A woman runs through the darkness, With an infant clutched in her arms. Her face was twisted in fear, her eyes wide with desperation. I felt her panic, her urgency, as if I was right there beside her. Then, she tripped and fell, the infant slipping from her grasp. A pitch black darkness closed in, consuming them both.
I woke up screaming, my voice echoing off the walls of my small apartment. I sat up in bed, gasping for breath, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. The vision lingered, seared into my mind like a branding iron.
I lay back down, trying to calm myself, but my mind was racing. It's been like this for months now these visions, these dreams...they're the reason I'm going back to New Orleans. I need to understand why I'm seeing these things, why I'm feeling this way.
I've been ru
