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Only once did I try to speak of my dream journey to anyone It was about six weeks after I had been returned to ain and well on my way to full recovery A few places, such as my forearms and the tops of my cheeks, were dappled pink for many ressed to oncedaily with er sister, seemed to have a very vivid dream life, and often bored or annoyed the rest of the faical ih one such ra rescued from the jaws of ravenous sheep by a horde of birds,roo sensible to say should not bother speaking at all!" he told her sternly as he sent her from the room
After the rest of us were excused fro that she was far s, and wept over rebukes that Elisi or I would sied off My esti on a settee, ostensibly working on some embroidery Her head was bent and her eyes were red She would not look up at me as I came in I sat down next to her, held out the muffin I had filched fro forward to hearing what came next in your dream Won’t you tellme with a look She broke off a piece and ate it, and then said huskily, "No It’s foolish, as Father says A waste of time for me to prattle about my dreams or for you to listen to them"
I could not criticize my father, not to s that amuse us I think he feels the breakfast table is not the best place for stories of that sort But I’d be happy to listen to theether, like this"
My younger sister had enorray eyes They always reaze was very solemn "You are so kind tokind, however I do not think you have the slightest interest in what I dreaht, or in what I do or think by day You are only trying to be sure s were not hurt when Father dismissed me"
She was absolutely correct about her dreams, but I tried to soften my practicality "Actually, dreams do interest me, mostly because I have so few ht"
"I’ve heard that we all dreaht, but only some people can remember their dreaot all their drea? No When my head touches my pillow and I closeUnlike you You see hours with all sorts of adventures and fancies"
She glanced away from me "Perhaps I adventure in my dreams because there is so little else in my life to distract ot such a hard life, little girl"
"No I’ve hardly any sort of a life at all," she returned, almost bitterly When I just looked at her, puzzled, she shook her head at me A moment later she asked, "Then you’ve never had a peculiar drea which was more real, the dream world or this one?"
"No," I said, and then added, "Well, perhaps once"
She focused those kitten eyes on me "Really? What did you dreas were truly iin the telling of the dreae sensation The scar on the top of hmy spine I shut my eyes and I turned hastily away frohtdetail The smell of the tree wo blade again I took a shuddering breath and tried to speak At first, no sounds ca dream, Yaril I do not think I will speak of it" The pain ceased as suddenly as it had begun It still took me a moment to catch my breath and force arding me with alarm
"Whatever could you have dreahten a man so?" she asked me
Her childish naivete that saw rown man, silenced me more effectively than the burst of pain had For I deemed my sudden pain to be a sort of hallucination, a terrible reexperiencing of the dream that had been my downfall Despite how badly that brief experience had rattled me, my sister had referred toto lessen her opinion of me at that moment So I merely shook my head and added, "It would not be a fit topic to discuss in front of a lady anyway"