The Dream Warrior Chronicles Book 1

Chapter 1 Dreams Today started out like any other school morning. The bathroom light came on piercing into my darkened room, the fan started to hum and vibrate the wall behind my head, and I heard the sound of the shower sprinkling over my daughter. Good, finally she knows what her alarm clock is really for. Having teenagers is one thing, but having them get up in time for school is another altogether. As she is getting herself up, her older brother is snoring in his room. Now to wake him is like walking into a bear’s cave. You never know what to expect. However since he has been sick with a cold, he has been docile and respondent. Digressing back to the little child I once knew and who wanted his mother to cuddle him when he felt ill. I would need to wake him knowing that he had to drive into school today; I wanted him to shovel the snow at the front of the driveway before he headed out. Ha! My 14-year-old daughter had showered, got her face on, got her hair done and picked out her clothes for the day, surprisingly she was doing well, and I guess she had finally come into her own, taking care of herself without mom’s help. Wrong. “Mom, have you washed any of my panties?” she barks at me as if it is my fault. “Did you clean you room? Have you put any in the laundry?” Her room looks like world war three hit, how she can find anything in there is beyond me. I liked what I heard the other day from a comedian about his teenager’s room—”the mice and cockroaches came out with their suit cases saying ‘we just can’t take it in there anymore it’s too messy’.” That was perfect in how to explain it. I had given up in trying to keep it clean. I have a house to look after, it’s clean until the kids show up then it’s like the mice and cockroaches—I want out. “I think something carried them away . . .” I sarcastically giggle back to her because I haven’t seen anything come into the laundry room. “Do you have a pair I can borrow?” She is now standing in my doorway waiting for a response. “Here, try these.” I threw a pair to her. Good lord if she would only clean her room. “Would you wake up your brother and tell him to get into the shower?” Yes, I sent her into the bear cave, punishment for losing her panties, ha, ha! “Wake up, and get in the shower!” She shouts into the open room with her hand on the doorknob. “Did you hear me? Get up!” Then she goes into her room and gets dressed. Brave I will give her that, her brother is 17 ½ and he thinks he’s 24 but acts like he’s 7, “ugg” he sighs, and then coughs. “M-o-m-m-y” oh here is the little boy, “Is there school?” He was hoping that due to the storm that came down last night, school would be cancelled. He has to write two exams today and his brain is not functioning on all cylinders, at this age they never are. How schools are set up for them to get responses out of this age is beyond me. It should be all-practical until they turn twenty-one then start the academic portion of it, parental ranting sorry. “Yes, son, and if you want to drive you’ll have to shovel the front of the driveway.” I know him too well for this to actually be accomplished. He’ll wait until the very last minute possible, roll out of bed, wash his hair because he has no time for a shower, get dressed then, hop into the van and plough through the snow drift. He had already ruined the poor van, why not one more thing to add to it before she has to be taken off the road. It’s not his concern he didn’t pay for it, so why not. My daughter runs off to catch her bus “Love you mom!” “Love you too, have a good day, come home after school!” I yelled out to her to remind her that today is a nothing day, meaning that there are no activities after school today. Her brother decides to roll out of bed and there he goes. In a blur, he is gone and he ploughed right over the snow. What a boy! I will remember this for when he gets his own vehicle, I will just have to take it for a little spin! Now it’s quiet. I am alone since my husband died only a short 6 months prior, I have gotten used to being alone. He was killed in a plane crash, his first flight over seas on a Recon Mission. He was in an elite Special Forces Unit. In addition, there was a terrorist attack upon their plane and it went down. It was something out of the movies. I had dreams about this event; that would take place and spoke to him about it but he shrugged it off as he did with all of my other dreams, as just the crazy wife with the wild imagination. I knew the day it happened before they came to my door to notify me. I was in my living room cleaning the window sill from flies that had died with the first snowfall. I was singing to ‘Wild Horses’ by Natasha Bedingfield that I had playing on the MP3 player and at the end of the song I had a vision of the plane crashing, I dropped to my knees and I knew instantly that it happened. I was not crazy upset though and this surprised me. I felt very strong. As I think about it now, it was because of our last conversation. We were lying in bed on our Saturday morning, I say ‘our Saturday morning’ because they were spent making love in bed and catching up on the past week of our lives apart—he was away on missions, I was left at home with the two teens—my mission. Our conversation went as follows: “I had that dream again, but this time it was so much more . . . it was so intense and strong and it was going to happen this week.” I bit my lip; this was my concentrating lip bite, not the seductive one. “Well, if I am to die, know that I regret nothing that has happened in my life,” He held me tight, kissed my forehead and continued, “I have a beautiful, wonderful wife, a great family and I enjoy where I am. If I am to die, then it would be a blessing in disguise for you.” He smiled at me, and I playfully slapped his shoulder. “Look, the house would be paid for, all of the debt paid off, and you’d have finances to put away and live off of the interest.” He was being serious now, looking above my eyebrows in thought. “You’ll meet some young, tall, man and he’ll love you as I do, okay, maybe not as much . . .” I am just staring at him as he is thinking this through out loud, “you’ll love him, but he will never measure up to me, because, well look at me . . .” He laughed playfully now, “then he’ll hate me because of this, but . . . you will love him, because I said ‘never’ so he’ll drive you crazy, and he’ll be different than me, not a protector, but more of a lover . . . ah, love, cause without me you got it all, so hold on, without me you got it all.” He leaned towards me and kissed me softly. “Okay, so am I going to have to wait long to find this new person? Or do . . .” In between our kisses, trying to speak was becoming difficult, “I . . . meet . . . him . . . soon?” “Give it a bit of time, don’t replace me too soon. You’ll meet him soon enough, but you’ll avoid him romantically until he has to fight for you from another!” He started to laugh, “They will be flocking around you and you’ll be able to choose whomever you want, you’ll be confused as to which one to choose but you will feel me guide you; and you’ll be stubborn and do what you want anyways.” What a guy. “Great so you’ll be haunting me. Will you stay when I find the right one and haunt me then?” I asked thinking it weird yet very comforting... ~Well hello there! I am Ms. Llana Love but lately I am known as the Emerald Enchantress. I was chosen as the Dream Warrior to protect our Earth and the Universe at whole along with the Parallel Universes as well. I am the head of the U.N.I.T. a task force of known people who make up the force behind saving your lives without your knowledge. We are a secretive agency only few know about. Some conspiracy theorists may think they know but whose to say if it's true or not? You be the judge. You can follow our journeys and see who we are, but then you may ask if it's really possible or if this may be just another Hollywood Scheme... but is it? ~