Saving Windfall (MXM)

Chapter Five: A Dream Reader And A Party

Song Dax plays at the party ---^

~Daxera's POV~

My eyes shoot open and I sit up as the howl echos around in my head.

"What a weird dream," I say to myself as I sit in my bed for a few minutes thinking about it.

First of all, that wolf's eyes were similar to mine, except the purple obviously. Second, that didn't feel like a normal dream, 'cause now I feel this weird pull to... somewhere.

I am startled out of my thoughts when I hear a loud knocking coming from the adorning doors, followed up by a loudmouth.

"DAX, WAKE THE HELL UP!" Char yells as he continues to pound on the door.

"I'M AWAKE YOU TWAT. QUIT YOUR POUNDING BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND POUND YOU!" I yell at him not thinking about my words. Once I realize what I said, I know its also too late to unsay them.

"You'd like that wouldn't you," Char yells back teasingly then starts to laugh.

"Oh shut up," I say defeatedly. I get up out of bed then walk awkwardly to the door and open it, wearing nothing but boxers and the boot on my foot. "Is there an 'off' button on this thing?" I ask putting my hand on his face, then start poking his nose.

"Haha. Funny," he says chuckling.

Removing my hand from his face, I turn away from him and walk back into my room.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask, making a B line to the shorts laying on the floor, I quickly pull them on.

"I slept great, you?" Char replies, sounding like he is in my dorm.

"I slept well, though I did have a super weird dream about two wolves named Whitefang and Dahlia," I tell him, walking out of my bedroom.

"Oh, sounds interesting. Anyway, you excited to party tonight?" Charlie asks, clearly unmoved by the dream.

"Sure, but since we have time, I want to talk about something," I tell him seriously.

"Oh no. You're hung up on the dream, and you want to know what it means?" Char asks, reading me like a picture book. I cross my arms and give him an unimpressed look, even though I am, a little.

"I like that you know me so well, but, I dislike that you don't take my weird feelings seriously," I say honestly. "This one is different than all my other 'weird feelings,' ok? It's like I am being pulled somewhere, but I don't know where to," I confess, really digging into it.

"That doesn't seem any different than the times before to me," he says. I give him a glair. "Fine, I will point you in the direction of someone I have heard about, who interprets dreams, his name is Alistar Rayne. He owns Midnight Dreams, a place that many out-of-towners tend to visit." I ignore the out-of-towners' remark, not taking it to heart, even though I'm not originally from here.

"Thanks, I'll go and be back before the party," I tell him.

"Well, do it after you eat, I made food for us this morning," he replies, walking back into his room.

"Thank you, again," I call after him, slowly walking towards his dorm.

Making sure I grab my phone off the charger, I search for Midnight Dreams on the maps app to see how far away it is.

Maps tells me its a little north of the river and will take me forty-five minutes to drive to. Clicking the screen off, I put my phone in my pocket, and sit at Char's table.