Insight into Dreamland



Blackness as far as she could see. It was all around her, it was _part_ of her. She felt weightless, floating in this place void of light and sound as if she were suspended by an invisible cloud.

It was comfortable, this blackness she was stuck in. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that this was bad and that she should try to get out of whatever this was that was holding her, but this place was so soothing.

She felt totally at peace with herself, more so then she could ever remember. Whatever she was floating in was so soft it made her sleepy; and a warm, tingly sensation was enveloping her, like warm sunshine.

Her eyes were so heavy and after a moment she closed then, sighing contently. She was almost asleep when she heard a male voice calling to her.

It was far away and she couldn't make out what it was saying, but it was frantic with worry. It was strangely familiar, but she couldn't think of who it belonged to. It was becoming increasingly harder to think while laying here in this blackness. Her brain seemed to have gone into slow motion and there was cotton in her ears, she was sure. But whoever it was was screaming at her, she could tell that much, worry evident in his voice. He was yelling for her to come back.

She just couldn't figure out why. She was perfectly fine here and besides, she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay here in this place and sleep; for she suddenly felt so tired. But the voice continued on, yelling things she couldn't make out.

Then, suddenly, whatever was holding her gave way and she felt herself falling. The warm presence disappeared, only to be replaced by a wave of panic. She grasped at the darkness, willing something to save her, reaching for a lifeline that wasn't there. She tried to scream, to call out for someone to help her, but no sound came out.

Just when she thought she was doomed, she felt herself being caught by a pair of strong arms that held her tight. She was saved. He had saved her. The person the voice belonged to. She struggled to open her eyes, but it felt as though someone had glued them shut. The voice continued to talk to her, but the words weren't any clearer. She could tell his voice was gentle now, coming from some light shining palely above her, like the first evening star. If only she could reach it.

But her whole body was numb, it took incredible concentration just to keep breathing, but she had to find out who that voice belonged to. She remembered a pair of eyes. The most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen, but she couldn't remember the rest of his face, no matter how hard she tried.

Well, she was becoming increasingly tired of being stuck in the dark, the calm and peace she'd felt earlier now gone, and she wanted to know what the hell was going on. She could hear another voice now, a woman's, but, like the other, she couldn't make out the words.

Suddenly she felt another warm sensation, like earlier, yet different in a way that she couldn't explain. Whatever it was, it was clearing the fog clouding her mind. Her body was regaining feeling and her hearing was improving. She could make out the words the man was saying now.

"Open your eyes, Mara." He said softly, and she could feel a hand take hers.

He was so close, all she had to do was get her eyes open and she'd see him. But when she tried a severe wave of dizziness over took her.

"Please Mara, fight it and come back to us."

She was trying damn it! But the dizziness was turning to nausea; not to mention that as the numbness faded, her body came alive with pain. It was as if she'd been hit by a truck.

"Come on, Mara." That was the woman.

She didn't want to. She wanted to curl into a little ball and make the pain and the nausea and the dizziness go away, but that wouldn't do. She couldn't give up; she had to do as they said. She had to fight.

And then she was aware that the blackness had vanished and she was looking up at two people standing over her; a woman and a man.

"Are you alright?" he asked, and as she looked at him, she noticed his eyes. Emerald green. He was the one who'd been talking to her.

She was about to answer him, to ask him what the hell was going on and why he'd taken her from the void she'd been so happy in, when all of a sudden a loud beeping noise rang in her ears.

She felt herself being pulled away from them, and then...

She woke up.


Looking to her right, Mara noticed the electronic alarm clock on her nightstand going off.

Knocking it off the wooden table with an irritated grunt, she sat up in bed, contemplating the dream she'd just had. It had been relatively nice, the first one she'd had in weeks that wasn't filled with screaming or running through strange forests or a shadowed person with a gleaming sword about to kill her.

No, this dream was different completely. Although, could Mara really call these dreams? They were so clear and surreal; it was as if those things were really happening...

"Mara! You're going to be late for school!" her mother called from downstairs.

Looking back at the clock, Mara noticed that it was 6:30 am.

"Fuck!" she swore under her breath, rushing around and gathering her things for school. She really had to start getting up earlier. She was going to be late again.

Darien and Matty were going to _kill_ her.


A/N: So, what do ya think?? Do you like it or what? ^_^ Heh, I know, this is my second story on here and it's another fantasy fic. I can't help myself though. Reading Harry Potter sparks one imagination, no? Okay, okay, I'll shut up now.