Lost Truths

The Dream

"Ari," said an ethereal sounding voice. "Ari," it repeated slightly more forcefully. "Look at me."

"But- but where are you?" I asked, looking around for the voice calling out to me.

"I'm right here. You just have to know how to see," she said. I had decided it was definitely a feminine voice.

I squinted into the fog that was covering every inch as far as my eyes could see. As I strained to see the woman, I began to let go. Perhaps the best way to see was to try not to see, if that made any sense at all.

Nearly as soon as I let go I could begin to see the outline of a woman. My sheer excitement at seeing something caused me to lose the outline. I growled in frustration. I wasn't sure why it was so important to see her. I just knew it was.

I took a deep breath and let go again. This time when I saw the outline, I allowed myself to get excited, but not unfocused enough to lose what I had accomplished.

The woman began to come into sharper focus. She had silvery hair, startling ice blue eyes, and her clothes were simple and white. Her clothes were something easy to forget. They were something that would immediately fade to the back of the memory, but her silver hair and piercing eyes would not be easily forgotten.

"Who or what are you?" I asked.

She smiled, "That is not important. I have come to tell you something Ari."

She was being very evasive in my opinion, but nevertheless I could tell whatever she had to say was extremely important.

"Okay then. What do you need to tell me?" I questioned.

Another smile, "Everything is going to change."

My eyes narrowed. What the heck was that supposed to mean?

"Excuse me?" I said as politely as possible. "What exactly do you mean by that? Everything will change is kind of broad, so could you narrow it down?"

"Everything is going to change," she repeated. "Everything you know, everything that is normal, comfortable, important. It will all change."

A cold wind blew over wherever we were as I struggled to understand what she was saying. After a moment of silence, I decided to come to the easy conclusion that she didn't know what she was talking about.

"You may think I'm insane or pulling your leg now, but you would do well to take heed to my words. Ari, the days you have ahead of you will be harder and filled with more tragedy and heartbreak than you have ever known in your life. You must be prepared."

I could do nothing but stare in a mixture of shock and horror at her.

"Ari, everything is going to change. Everything is going to change."

Was it my imagination or was her outline getting fainter?

"Everything is going to change," she repeated. "Everything is going to change."

Now her voice was getting fainter too. I wasn't losing focus, she was disappearing all on her own. She kept getting fainter and fainter until I couldn't see her at all. Now it was just me and the foggy landscape.

"Ari?" another voice, a different one, asked.

That voice was not coming from anywhere in the fog, so where was it coming from? Suddenly, my eyes flew open to see my mother opening my curtains to let in the light.

"Morning sleepyhead!" she exclaimed with energy that was not right for the morning.

A/N Note:
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