He stares at me for a long moment before finally getting something out of his mouth. But first, he shakes his head, like he doesn’t believe that could be true. “No. You must be mistaken. Visions are really rare in the modern world, because we aren’t as tuned with our spirits anymore, as we were in the past,” he turns me down.
I draw in a sharp breath. “And how would you know the difference? It didn’t happen to you, it happened to me. I’m telling you, an ordinary dream feels much different,” I protests, not wanting to hear him tell me otherwise.
He sighs and runs his hand down my face. “Visions are accompanied by high fever and uncontrollable trembling of the body. And once you wake up, there’s a sense of tingling in your fingers, that just won’t go away. Seeing as you had neither of thos
