Six

GIDEON

I stare out the window of my Mystical Grove mansion the following evening.

Something big is coming, I think as I look out at the waning light.

The day is almost over, but since it’s been raining since the morning, it looks like twilight the whole day.

Well, maybe not that big, but definitely something important, and I’m maybe not going to like it.

I wonder if this has anything to do with the woman I keep dreaming about lately.

A beautiful woman with titian hair and exotic green eyes turns up in my dreams almost every night and on on my mind a lot during my waking hours, too.

In my dreams, I search for her, call out for her, desperately trying to tell her something.

I can hear my voice begging.

But I can never make out what I was saying.

Okay, so I can… see.

Like I can glimpse a clue of the future by seeing something significant in my environment, signs that no one else can parse or connect but this different brain of mine, and I can dream dreams that warn me of impending event