Exhausted
I think I need a long rest somewhere. In fact I’m sure of it. I dreamed last night that I was back home again. But all wasn’t well. The Brown Storm had followed me there and had tried to pass through the gateway. It got stuck there, one half in our world, the other half in the Parawerthan. As it tried to tear itself free, the violence of is struggle flattened Singleton and caused earth tremors that were felt half way to Dublin. Great cracks opened in the land for miles around. Our lake drained away. Animals panicked and fled. Hundreds of houses were damaged, electricity lines were severed, and there were so many auto accidents and house fires the emergency services had to summon help not only from Dublin and Galway, but from Northern Ireland, too.
And while the security forces evacuated the area and took up observation positions around the mushroom cloud mass of the Brown Storm, the storm’s enemies back in the Parawerthan sensed its weakness and pounced. I didn’t see that in my dream. All I remember was that Armbranch was back there and sending me hourly updates from a laptop. Sara was with him. She kept getting him to send the same message. The Parawerthan was in turmoil. Our world was in turmoil. And if I didn’t do something about it then the gateway would be wrenched apart and both worlds would get sucked into each other and be destroyed.
Me! She wanted ME to fix this. That was the first thing that struck me when I awoke covered in sweat to discover the gondola was being tossed about in a storm. But at least it was a normal storm, a tempest full of nothing but wind and rain. And just to prove it was harmless, I went up top and stood for a long looking into the darkness while letting the slap of the rain against my face knock the dregs of that nightmare from my mind.
Yes, I need a rest, a holiday, because going home certainly wasn’t a relaxing lounge by the pool sipping pina coladas. No. It completely drained my energy—both physically and mentally. And I know from experience that whenever I have a nightmare like last night’s, it’s a sign that I’m exhausted.
Today I think I’ll just lie up top and stay away from everyone.
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