That night Corrie lay in her bed look at the ceiling, wondering about it all. 
How could everything had gone so wrong? She hugged one of her pillows and 
sighed out loud. She hadn’t wanted to invite him over to her house… it just 
happened. Her eyes felt heavy, she was so tired, it had been a busy day. 

   It hadn’t been Jared coming over that had caused her such stress. 
It was the after affect. It was her bad luck that Lilly Rameriz saw 
Jared walk out of her house. Once Lilly had realized that it was 
Jared (and after corning him down the street to figure out what had 
gone on)… well… You can imagine what happened. Phone gossip galore! 
Lilly must have called up the entire neighborhood! It was only 
Heather’s calling that had alerted Corrie of the whole thing. She 
knew that tomorrow would have to be one big explanation.        
 
 Turning over and closing her eyes, Corrie decided she’d much 
rather be sleeping then thinking about what a nightmare tomorrow 
would be. She prayed a prayer of peace to God and then let 
her mind wander. Soon she was fast asleep…

  "It was all hazy. That was the first thing. Secondly, it 
was all gray. Like seeing something through dirty glasses, 
everything had an odd tint to it. The room that she was in 
was some sort of computer room. Not that it would have been 
easy to tell. All the computers were in the wall, with only a few 
blinking lights and an occasional screen showing their existence. 
On the far right of the room was a desk stacked high with memo 
clips and small hand-held computers. 
   A man was sitting at the desk. He was old… perhaps in his 70s. 
He looked quite handsome, even at that age. With a full head of 
silver hair (at least she was assuming it was silver) and sharp eyes, 
he sat looking over a memo clip. She walked over to him, a sense 
of dread filling her. “Why am I so afraid?” she wondered. 
  The old man glanced up, startled, by her presence. He seemed 
happy at first with her being there, but as they talked she could 
tell he was becoming increasingly upset. She wondered why, because 
she couldn’t hear what was being said, only see his mouth move. 
She knew she was speaking, but didn’t know of what.
  Waving a small flat devise in her hand, she could feel herself 
saying something. The man seemed to become suddenly alarmed and 
reached out to grab the devise. She pulled away and seemed to 
shout something at him. Looking at her with a cold expression, 
he replied to her. Whatever he said got her really upset. Half 
hurt, half angry she stormed out of the room. And even though she couldn’t 
hear it, she could feel the older man calling out to her to come back…"

 Corrie woke up in a cold sweat. Her covers were to one side and 
her pillow was across the room, apparently thrown there while 
she’d been sleeping. The birds outside were whistling their merry 
tunes while she was darkly contemplating her dream.

  This dream wasn’t a new one. She had had dreams like this before. 
Most people had nightmares of falling or being chased by some monster, 
not her. Her nightmares were filled with strange people that she 
half knew and places that looked familiar but she knew she had never 
been to them. She could never shake the feeling of her dreams being 
real. Like repressed memories trying to find their way out. 
  
“Oh God,” she prayed silently. “I hate these dreams. I thought 
You had gotten rid of them… Why are they coming back all of the 
sudden? Why… why…? Please take them away, I don’t want them.” 
A wave of peace seemed to suddenly sweep over her troubled soul. 
Maybe the dreams wouldn’t go away, but with God there, she knew 
she could deal with them. Perhaps her prayer hadn’t been 
answered the way she would have wanted, but it had been answered. 

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