Rogue Mom (Case Files Of An Urban Witch Book 4) by Martha Carr & Michael Anderle

Author:Martha Carr & Michael Anderle [Carr, Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mr. No perched in the darkness between dreams, contemplating the tiny bright lights that were millions of souls drifting through the void of sleep. How many of them, he wondered, were children? How many were retired? Those were two groups he mostly avoided. Children needed more time to mature, to develop aspirations that were truly inspiring or truly odious. True, they might dream big, but it was in the late teens and into adulthood that those dreams crystalized, matured, gained nuance and substance, became something worth his time. It wasn’t until then that you found the next Taylor Swift, or the next Mussolini, people with great or terrible vision. As for the elders, they still had dreams for the future, primarily hopes for their children and grandchildren, aspirations for the generations to come. Those were more diffuse, less concentrated and powerful. They would do for a snack, but they hardly set his taste buds ablaze. No, it was in the full thrust of adulthood that he found most of his meals.

Of course, there were exceptions. The Heron boy had been as delicious as he was young. Such immense raw power and such grand, focused ideals. He knew what he wanted from life in a way that few twelve-year-olds did. Or he had known.

There was no Dylan Heron to be had tonight though, at least not in the dreams that Mr. No had peered into. The world was a flatter, more disappointing place this time.

Still, he had to eat. He touched a dream and stepped inside.

Immediately, he regretted his random choice. The woman was having a nightmare, and that, from Mr. No’s point of view, was an immensely tedious thing. When they were afraid, people forgot their dreams and aspirations. They were too busy facing the crisis before them.

In this case, the woman was being chased. Why the thing chasing her was a giant chair, Mr. No didn’t know. It probably reflected some deep-rooted anxiety or childhood trauma. However, his interest in the mind wasn’t that of a psychiatrist or counselor, and he had little desire to understand the inner turmoil of his prey. Perhaps she even feared the psychiatrist’s couch, and that was why furniture was after her. Who really cared?

What mattered was that true nightmares were a trap. There was a barrier around them that stopped the dreamer from escaping until the nightmare ended or some moment of desperate will burst them through. As long as that barrier was in place, anyone else in the dream was trapped too. Mr. No sat down, crossed his legs, and waited, watching as the chair chased the woman down the street. How dull her terror was, how disappointing her screams and tears.

At last, the nightmare reached its climax. The chair leapt on the woman, slamming her into the ground. It opened a mouth full of wooden teeth. She screeched in panic, and the teeth closed in, and—

The dream burst, finally disintegrating under the pressure of the woman’s fear. Somewhere in LA, she would wake up sweating amid tangled sheets, perhaps awakening a disappointed lover.

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