Burnt Paiges

CHAPTER TWELVE: MOTHER DEAREST

A/N- WARNING, this chapter holds graphic scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.

Lucid dreaming is the cognizant recognition of one's state while dreaming. In this state, the visionary may regularly have a limited range or some degree of control over their claimed activities, inside the dream or indeed the characters and the environment of the dream. Dream control has been detailed to progress with practiced deliberate lucid envisioning, but the capacity to control angles of the dream isn't fundamental for a dream to qualify as " lucid ", — a lucid dream is any dream amid which the visionary knows they are envisioning. The event of lucid dreaming has been scientifically confirmed.

A false awakening may be a striking and persuading dream about arousing from rest, whereas the visionary in reality proceeds to rest. After a false awakening, subjects frequently dream they are performing day by day morning schedule such as showering, cooking, cleaning, eating, and utilizing the lavatory. False awakening, are basically those in which one dreams that they have awoken from a rest that highlighted dreams, take on viewpoints of a twofold dream or a dream inside a dream.

Fritz Perls displayed his hypothesis of dreams as portion of the all-encompassing nature of Gestalt therapy. Dreams are seen as projections of parts of the self that have been overlooked, rejected, or stifled. Jung contended that one may consider each individual within the dream to speak to a viewpoint of the visionary, which he called the subjective approach to dreams.

Paige's POV

In my drained state, I didn't put any effort into being confused. I hugged her deeply, even if it was a dream, it felt very much real, her warmth comforted me.

"Paige my love, there's some things we need to talk about." Her voice foreshadowed impending importance.

"What is it mom?"

"You recently turned 20. The time is coming nearer. On your 21st birthday," she paused for dramatic effect, "time will have come to fulfill your only purpose."

Elise's eyes glazed over in heartache. I could see it. She held back tears. Her beautiful countenance stiffened. Her golden blond hair was messily wrapped and pinned mid-way on her scalp. Her sky-blue piercing eyes stared at nothing in particular. I watched as she blinked back tears as her pupils dilated. Elise's soft hands squeezed my arms reassuringly for whatever reason before she continued.

"Your body will no longer be yours love. You are a vessel for the Goddess Supreme, Ariamara."

The waves crash murderously on the rocks, roaring as did the blood in my ears. M-my, my life is not my own? The hell?

"I'm sorry Paige."

Synchronously, our tears slipped, we gripped each other closely, providing a shoulder for the other. This is just a dream, just a dream.

Then she confirmed what was becoming my worst nightmare.

"It might be a dream Paige, but deep down you know this is the truth."

"Deep down I know this is the truth," I repeated absent mindedly. "But, that doesn't mean I'm going to accept it," I shouted, I was in control of my own body. It is mine and no one will take it from me.

"Paige you can't deny your fate."

"I could. I'll run away," my voice cracked.

"You can't Paige, you can't escape," she countered.

"You can't escape," my larynx vibrated on its own accord.

Paige! Paige! Paige! My name rattled in my own mind.