Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

I've been trying to settle things between Cindy and Mike, but it was no use. Things just got worse and worse, untill last night...
I couldn't sleep, and had stayed up late and taken a long hot bath to try to make myself sleepier. When I was finally drowsy enough to go to bed, I put on my pajamas and headed off to my room, but got no further than Cindy's door. From inside, I heard her wimpering...my name.
I carefullly tried the door, and found, to my surprise, it was unlocked. Peering into the dark room, I saw Cindy tossing around on her bed, clearly having a nightmare. I walked over and touched her shoulder, and her eyes flew open. "Dawna!" she said.
"What were you dreaming about?" I asked.
She sat up, blinking, and said, "So that was a dream...yes, it must have been."
"What was it?" I asked again.
"I was getting married," she said. "To Gambino. You were very angry, and I kept pleading with you to be a bridesmaid, but you stormed off. And then...the wedding was outside. Just as Gambino was about to put the ring on my finger, I saw you in the crowd. You were dressed in black, and you looked so sad...and that was when I remembered that it was the first day of April...in the dream, I mean. And it was wierd, because we were on the Isle, but I could hear the clock in the Durem clock tower striking noon...you know how dreams are..."
"And the Sniper shot Gambino?" I asked.
Cindy laughed slightly. "No," she said, "he shot me. And then I was laying on the ground, and everyone was screaming...and I was you too, and you were trying to run to me, but someone, I think a policeman, grabbed you, and you yelled at him, saying he'd failed at his job. And...you know how you can see two places at once in dreams?" I nodded, and she went on, "I could see who was on the clock tower. It was... It was Leon! And he was grinning. But then I was myself again, but I knew it was Leon, and I was calling for you, because I had to tell you he was the Sniper before I died, but I couldn't make a sound...but I must have, because you woke me up. Some dream, huh?"
"It was just a dream," I said.
"I know," Cindy said, "because I'd never marry Gambino. But promise me one thing, ok?"
"What?" I asked.
"Promise me," she said, "that if I ever get married, you won't wear black to my wedding. It dosn't suit you at all."
"I won't," I said, and went to bed, not that I got any sleep.
But...I got an idea. Dreams are messages from one's subconsious...and who would want to ruin Cindy's life as much as he could? Leon! So, as soon as it gets light, I'm going into Barton to have a little chat with him...I have a feeling he's been badmouthing us to Mike. Great, one more thing to keep me from sleeping...