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Dream Fifteen

When Cor finally fell asleep, he dreamed peacefully. But when he woke up, he couldn't remember the dream. All he remembered was a feeling of peace and freedom. For a moment, he thought he was remembering a previous, similar dream. Most did have those feelings. But somehow, he knew that he'd had a new dream. And he had to try and give it to Fred's mother. Even if he couldn't remember what the dream was about, he could give it to her. He had to.

He silently opened the door to the parents' bedroom for the first time. There was a small window, casting weak light from the silver ball outside onto the floor. Pushed in a corner outside the light was a large bed, the only furniture in the room. He could make out the outlines of two shapes under the thin blankets.

As he crept closer, he saw Fred's father properly for the first time, though he vaguely recognized him from this morning. He was a large man, with thick muscles. His hair was thick on his head and he had strange hair down the sides of his cheeks and on his chin. Cor had never seen anyone with such hair on their face. Why was it like that?

He switched his eyes to Fred's mother, who was sleeping on her side, on the edge of the bed, facing him. Her breathing was even; deep asleep. He reached out to touch her arm and her temple and closed his eyes. This had to work. He concentrated on taking his new dream and transferring it to her. It was harder to fix an image in his head because he couldn't remember what had happened in the dream. But he focused on putting the dream in a box and giving it to Fred'smother. Slowly, the warm feeling came; it stayed for longer than it had when he gave dreams to the kids, but it gradually disappeared and Cor knew the dream now belonged to Fred's mother. Now, all he could do was wait for her to wake up.