I lean against the doorframe, "Jacks? Yeah...she tells the future in her sleep. Whenever she has a nightmare, or a good dream-- most of them are nightmares, they come to her in flashing Images and come true one day or another," I glance under her pillow, "Or so her journal says."
,,,,,,,,,,, Jackie
I stir, more images flashing before me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly