Prophetic Dreams

Dreams

"Lily, you shouldn't drive out of Boston by yourself. You know it's dangerous while I'm training you to be the next leader." Grandmother said over my phone. I sighed and rolled my eyes, excited that my grandma couldn't see my sass.

"Grandma, I'll be home soon. I had a dream that I needed to drive out here. I'll be home soon." I said gently, biting my lip softly.

Since it was illegal to talk and drive, my car had the option to Bluetooth my calls over the speakers.

"I know you just started having your prophetic dreams, but not all of them should be played out." She said.

"I'll call you on my way back Grandma. I promise you, nothing back will happen. I love you."

"I love you too, my Little flower." She said, causing me to smile slightly at the nickname.

I ended the call, smiling at how worried she gets whenever she can't see me. It started the day I got my first prophetic dream a few months ago.

The dream I'd had the night before wasn't eventful, it was me driving down this road. Something inside me told me to drive outside of Boston to the nearest meadow. 

I pulled over alongside the road, starting to walk down the trail that leads to the meadow.

There had to be something here. Why else would my dream send me here? What was I supposed to find? I had to figure this out.

I hadn't told my grandmother, but I kept having dreams about a man in the field, extremely injured. Every time I had those dreams, I drove out to the field but there was never anything out there.

The meadow was large, the grass just a bit too long. The trees were thick around it, the only real way in was the trail. Small flowers were all over the place and the sun was shining.

I did a quick gaze over the meadow, only one thing drawing in my attention. Something was disrupting the grass.

Walking towards whatever was laying on the grass, I was hoping that this was the man that I'd dreamt of so I could help him.

And what's exactly who it was.

He had dark brown hair that was extremely messy. He was covered in bruises and his clothes seemed a bit burned. He was the man from my dreams, the man I kept seeing.

I carefully got him back to my car, sweat pouring down my face by the time I got him in the back seat. He was heavier than he looked and I was a tiny girl.

He hadn't woken up, but he was breathing. I didn't know who or what he was, but something inside me told me to help this man and I had been raised to trust my gut.

I started driving back towards Boston, calling my grandmother as quickly as I could.

She answered on the first ring, telling me she'd been sitting by the phone waiting for me to call. "Lily, it's been an hour and twelve minutes. What's going on?" She sounded panicked.

"Grandma, the dreams were right, again. I kept having dreams about a man who needs help and when I went to the meadow today, he was there. He's in my car right now, I need you to meet me at the barn. I don't think I'll be strong enough to heal him." I said, glancing back at the man in my back seat.

"I will be there very soon my dear. After we help this boy, you and I are having a talk about the way you handle and hide your dreams."

I groaned and frowned, knowing I was in trouble with my grandmother.

"Okay..." I mumbled just loud enough for her to hear.

"I will meet you at the barn Lily." She said gently and then hung up.

Damn it. I hate when my grandma is mad at me.