Echo
I opened my eyes and blinked at the time in the darkness. Only a couple more hours had passed, and it was still only 5.08 a.m.! Can’t be! I groaned to myself and stuffed a pillow over the side of my face in protest. I just couldn’t sleep restfully. And no surprise really — after all the encounters at the mall, at home where I saw the reality of supernatural forces both dark and light that were now ever-present in daytime and my night dreams, and the puzzles that continued to present themselves in my dreams. But I felt like too many dreams were starting to fill my mind, my sleep, the dream world that I can sometimes remember as clear as day. I could feel in the depths of my soul that these weren’t just random dreams I was having each time I slept either, but that there was more signif
