Prediction Time!

Okay, so that story was probably really boring to those of you who've heard it before, but here's one that no one has before. Unless you're psychic, too, and magically had the same prediction as I did last night... You never know. Anyway, here goes nothing...

As soon as I closed my eyes, I somehow opened someone else's. For a while, I just think that the night went my really fast, because the sun is shining in shafts through the window, but --- The window! I thought, confused. It wasn't framed by the blue curtains that I was accustomed to, and it was right behind me. But then again... I thought again, I'm not really ME.

As soon as I think that, I scramble over to a mirror. After that, I probably didn't blink for about 3 minutes. This wasn't even LIKE any of my predictions, where things just happen; this was like I was awake.

Shrugging, I stumbled downstairs, looking out onto a small kitchenette. There were 4 people there: A mother, a teen girl - about 15, I guessed - and two girls who looked to be 9 or 10-year-old twins. I spoke, in a voice that was a lot like Spencer's, but different... Matt! "G'morning."

And that was IT! I sat up in bed, myself again, and scribbling this down in my Dream Journal. It was only 11:18, about an hour and a half after I'd gone to bed. Usually my predictions last for about 5 or 10 times as long as they would/will in real life, which is usually about a half-hour, since I dream of little snippets of time.

This had taken 90 minutes, which would mean that in real life, it would have taken 9-18 minutes... it seemed like that was a little much.

Ideas? Thoughts? Suggestions? And WHY THE HECK WAS I MATT?

Keep on Dreaming!
-Emily

-To be continued-

Sorry about that, peeps. I really had to leave, but I wanted to post that, so there ya go. The rest of the story::::

My eyes slowly widened and my mouth curved violently up into a grin. "Can... can you really fly?" I asked excitedly, and he nodded once again. I laughed, and he tentatively echoed me. "You don't talk much, do you?" I asked, my grin still plastered on my face.

He shrugged, and looked bashful, then said, "I've only ever talked to one other person, and she's not that great a talker." I smiled, and nodded to signify that he should go on. "Her name's, uh, Turtle. She's 3 right now. Spent her whole life in the School, which is a--"

I interrupted with a quick, "Yeah, a torture chamber for innocent babies. I know." His small smile grew in size when he discovered that I knew about - and hated - the Schools. "Anyway, how old're you? Did you know Max? How about Turtle, did she?" I asked, and then clapped my mouth shut for fear of becoming any MORE like Nudge than I already was.

"I'm 8, but I'll be 9, um, soon. Max and I had crates next to each other, and I escaped with her... but I never really found her again, cause I... well, I THINK I flew over their fight, but I didn't even see it. Turtle was 2 when we escaped, so she knew Max, but she probably won't remember her." he said, almost monotonously, as if he'd explained it before.

My grin finally tapered off as I said, "I'm a psychic. At least... well, that's what I think, anyway. I dream about things - usually conversations, for some reason - that happen in real life, sometimes the next day, sometimes YEARS later. I'm 7 right now, 8 in May... and I wish I could've met Max with you; that sounds really cool."

He nodded, and I smiled again. "So, um, you can stay the night if you want... tomorrow's Saturday, so I can stay in my room and pretend I'm reading or something. I do that a lot..." I drifted off, gazing into his deep green eyes as they twinkled happily.

He cleared his throat. "Thanks, Em. Can I call you Em? Anyway, thanks... I'll sleep on the floor, or..." He looked at me questioningly, and maybe a little hopefully, probably crossing his fingers that I'd tell him to sleep on the top bunk, which I did. He grinned, the first really big smile I'd seen from him, and jumped up there, falling asleep right as his head hit the pillow, faster than I'd ever seen anyone fall asleep before.

"I guess we'll talk more in the morning, Hawk..." I whispered to myself, then drifted off myself, hoping for a prediction that had to do with winged boys named Hawk.

-THE END-

K, that's it! Comment, etc., please, and... that's about it! :)

Keep on Dreaming!
-Emiliano

First ACTUAL post!

So, you know how I said that last one was my first post? Well, it was only meant for saying "Welcome", so it doesn't technically count, right? Right.

So here's how I got involved in what I call "the Truth", which is technically the fight again Itex. (If you don't believe in Itex, you should probably scram right now, cuz that's the 2nd point of this blog.) This is pretty hush-hush, so don't go shouting it all over.

So, when I was about 7 or 8 or so, I was laying in my bed, totally exhausted, but I couldn't go to sleep because I was so hyper. You know the feeling. So anyway, I was staring out my window when all of a sudden there was this screech like an angry raptor, and this GUY went hurtling past my window.

I opened the window, and said in a normal voice, "Uh, hello?" Now, see, I had the IQ of a smart adult at age 7, so my vocab was pretty good. Anyway, this guy looks up and cocks his head to the side, then put his finger to his lips and motioned for me to move back a little bit.

I did, and all of a sudden there was a hand on my windowsill. Creepy enough? It was followed by the same kid who'd fallen. He sat on the edge of my bed, and I closed the window and whispered something to the effect of, "Who're you?" Fearless enough? Yeah, no kidding.

This boy gulped and muttered, "Call me Hawk." Then he reached out and touched my cheek, totally out of the blue. I flinched, and he pulled away. Now that I looked at him closely, he looked to be about 10 or so, but his voice was higher-pitched, like an 8 or 9 year old. "Who're you?"

I sighed, and said, "I'm Emily... are you ok? You fell pretty far." He nodded. "Um, where are you from?" I tried, wanting him to talk some more.

He shrugged and said, "All over. I, uh, move a lot." I nodded, and for the first time noticed that his clothes were torn and a little burnt. I asked him if he wanted to borrow some (I'm the biggest tomboy you've ever met, especially at age 7), and he nodded slowly.

I got him clothes, and when he took off his shirt I saw a feather peeking around his side. I pointed it out, and he embarrassedly pushed it back. "You're like Max," I said, already having read the entire (so far) series.

He nodded, a small smile creeping across his face. "Yeah, I am," he said shortly.

-to be continued-

Keep on Dreaming!
-Emily

First post!

So, here we are!

This is my FIRST POST EVER! Yep, I know you're excited about it. So am I. I'll be posting pics, predictions, and randomness over the next, like, long time, so enjoy!

Keep on Dreaming!
-Emiliano (aka: Emily)