•two journeys• din djarin

V

I sat in the lounge and stared out the window for what felt like forever. I started to doze off as I watched the stars fly past us. I curled into a ball, pull Mando's cloak around me tightly. I didn't want to sleep in here tonight, but if Mando needed time alone, I'm willing to. My breathing got heavy as my buddy sunk into the chair.

I had a dream again. The same one I've been having. The dreams felt cold and almost damp. Heavy and sad. I felt sad for the people in my dreams. Everything was bland and tasteless. I was walking down a hallway. I was at a normal height, so I don't think I was the kid. I turned a corner and walked to a closed door. A Stormtrooper pressed some buttons on a panel behind him and the door opened, inside, was a small, green fellow. He looked up, fear in his eyes, but soon relaxed at the sight of me. The hands of the body I was in reached out to pick him up, on the left hand a ring I recognized, my mother's wedding band.

I shot up from my spot and took in a sharp gasp. The room was dark now, the only light being the stars flying past. I was sweating profusely, and I couldn't catch my breath. I looked around the room, I was still alone. I stood from my spot and grabbed my bowl and cup to walk them to the kitchenette. I shivered, not from cold, but from adrenaline. The floor was cold beneath my bare feet. I clutched Mando's cloak around me tightly with my free hand. I placed the bowl and cup in the basin and stood there. I felt sick to my stomach. I poured some of my left-over water into my cupped hands and splashed it on my face, hoping to calm down. I tried to close my eyes but each time I did the images of my dreams came flashing back. I sighed and shook my head to rid my thoughts of the images. I walked over to the closed door of my sleeping cabin. The door wasn't locked so it slid open upon my detection. Inside, Mando was playing with a small metal ball. He looked over at me and quickly put it away.

"It's okay, you don't have to hide it from me," I said. He put both of his hands in his lap.

"You look sick," he responded. I nodded my head and crawled into the bed to sit opposite him.

"Can we talk about something?" His head tilted slightly.

"What's it about?"

"Me... my dreams... I just, need to know if you can decipher these." He sat there staring at me.

"Go on."

"They all started when news of my parent's death got to me, I assume that would be the same time you took back the asset you owed the Empire?" He nodded.

"So, if my parents aren't dead, I think the latter might have triggered something within me," I began, "Since then, I've had these bizarre dreams. Flashing lights, strange animals, flames, metal armor."

"They could be a coincidence," he suggested.

"That's exactly what I thought. Until recently, I've been having different dreams. Some of them from the point of view of a child in a cold brig or a woman's arms," I explained, "I thought that it was just my brain's way of trying to connect to my mother. But the dream I just woke up from... I think they mean more." His helmet tilted slightly. "I was a woman this time."

"How could you tell?" He questioned.

"From the beginning, my point of view was taller than a child, and I could see the dress she was wearing." He nodded again. "She was traveling through a cold, heartless building to a room guarded by two Stormtroopers when they opened the doors, there was a small green creature sitting on a bench." I watched as his posture adjusted, he was interested now. "Not only that but the hands that reached out to grab him, the left one wore my mother's marriage band." I paused and took a breath. "I think I've been watching the world happen through other people's eyes in my dreams." Mando was silent. "I sound crazy, don't I?" I laughed at myself.