I can feel myself walking around the house in the dark, but there’s nothing I can do to control it. I hear chanting outside, and my feet are moving toward the sounds even if the hair standing all over my body tells me to turn away. I can’t. I still have no control over my dream world, and this time I know there’s nothing good for me to see.“There she is,” I hear Esmeralda whisper. Why is she outside this late at night? “Don’t let her get away this time. We need her eyes.” And who is she talking to?“Don’t worry. I’ve got her,” Misty says. They are calling me outside onto the front porch. I haven’t exited through the front door alone since my painful run-in with Esmeralda months ago that caused my original headache. Even in my dream state I should know better than to leave the house where Esmeralda could take another shot at me. “I’m going to cast a dream net. Make sure you get the vision as she sees it.”“I see it coming,” Misty says enthusiastically. I can’t help but dream, and she’s trying to steal it just like my mother warned me about in my last vision.
