Sacred Falls

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Sacred Fall

Chapter 1

...Someone was calling my name.

...I was instantly alert, fully awake. More than fully awake. I felt the jolt of adrenaline that signals alarm.

...I heard the voice again.

...I sat up, straining to hear. It was still dark, no early dawn chorus yet, only the faintest hint of pale gray light. Was it a child's voice? I reached over to Will, slumbering next to me. "Will, did you hear something?" I shook his shoulder gently. "Will?" No reply. Then I heard it again. It was a child's voice, below me, somewhere in the garden. Did the voice say Anna, or was it Mama? Carefully I pushed the covers back on my side and climbed out of the giant bamboo bed. No reason to wake Will if it was only a child. But why was my pulse throbbing so wildly in my throat? Fleurie hadn't stirred either. She'd be up and down the stairs in a flash, baying like a monster from hell if there were any serious threat.

...I slid the screen open and stepped out to the upstairs lanai. It was still too dark to see much and misty, almost foggy. We never have true fog in Hawaii, but when the waves are big a luminous mist of salt fills the air, giving it a mysterious phosphorescent glow. I could hear the sea pounding against the reef a few blocks away. I heard the voice again.

..."Anna -" I leaned against the lanai railing, scanning the pale shadows in the front garden. Then I saw her, a white figure shimmering against the dark grass, curled in a fetal position. I floated up and over the railing, hovered for a few seconds, and moved toward the figure.

...Guess I'm not awake after all.

...But it made no difference, now I was completely absorbed by the intensity of the feeling drawing me to the child curled on the grass. Someone needed me, had called my name, and I was on my way.

...I began my descent, floating above her in standard dream flying position, stretched out flat, my arms extended.

...Then I felt him. Someone else was there, prowling around behind me, threatening. I couldn't see anything, but I knew he was after the child and it was my business to protect her. I slid down until I was directly above and gently covered her recumbent form with my own body, as if I were throwing myself across her like a blanket.

...She turned, facing me as I descended, great dark eyes staring into mine. I could smell her hair, fragrant and subtle, like maile, the dark green leaves used in leis for the most formal occasions. But now he was on me, pushing me down so I was pressed against the child. But she wasn't a child, was she? I could feel her breasts against my own.

...What in the hell is going on here?

...He was behind me, pushing, pushing. I could feel the thick rod of his penis. I couldn't see him, but I knew how he looked. Short, stocky, strong. Golden hairs on his solid strong arms. Shining skull and no eyebrows at all. His breath was hot on my neck. She arched beneath me and shuddered as the thick penis entered her.

...Damn. This pig is fucking her right through me.

...The buzzing started. He wasn't humping or thrusting, but a vibrating buzzing began to build between them, and somehow I knew it was coming from me. It was like a column of bees in my spine, buzzing furiously. I couldn't stop it, and I couldn't escape it; and I felt him coming, and then she was coming too, and I was caught in the spin of it and couldn't get out.

...I jolted awake. My body was vibrating.

..."Shit!"

...Will sat up. "What?"

..."Will - help me."

..."What's wrong?"

..."I'm buzzing. I'm vibrating hard, and I can't get it to stop!"

...He placed a hand over my belly. "I can feel it. What happened?"

..."It was a dream. I got trapped by them in the garden, a young girl and a man - like some weird porno thing. I thought she needed my help, but then he started fucking her. I thought she was just a little girl, but she had breasts. I was lucid at the beginning but then I lost it. They were both coming and I was between them and I couldn't get away. The worst part was that I was coming too."

..."Your skin is burning up."

..."It's not, I'm freezing."

..."Did you call on some help?"

..."No. I didn't even think of it. It was too fast. It seemed like she needed me to protect her, but it was a trap. Then I was caught."

..." How did you get out?"

..."I can't remember. I was coming and coming and I started hating it. Have you ever had sex with a vibrator?"I felt him hesitate. "Never mind, you don't need to answer that. But, it was something like that. Kind of mechanical and relentless."

..."Are you going back in."

..."No!" My voice was too loud.

..."Anna," Will was calm. "I'm not telling you to, but you always say that it's better to go in and change it right at the time. Do you know who it was? Were they real people or dream people?"

..."They felt like real people. No one I know, but they seemed to know me. They came for me, Will. In our garden. I don't like that, not in my own goddamn garden. That's really pushing it. I hate that kind of penis. He had one of those bludgeon penis's and he was fucking her right through me."

..."Sounds kind of interesting."

...It wasn't. I've got to take a shower. I feel like I've been slimed."

..."Like you say, it's a sleazy field you're in."

..."I may say that, but not this kind of sleazy." I climbed out of bed and slipped through the bathroom door, closing it part way behind me. ..."You're going to shower inside?"

..."Damn right. I'm not going down to the outdoor shower after that." Will came into the small bathroom that adjoined our bedroom and turned on the ceiling light.

..."Is that too bright?"

..."It's okay." I replied, as I leaned down to adjust the temperature of the water.

..."Stand up for a minute." He ran his fingers along my spine. "There are little red bumps here, like a heat rash. Did you have that earlier?"

...I looked over my shoulder in the mirror. "I don't think so. Could you get my nervous system overload pills? It's a green bottle with a serpent on the label, in the medicine cabinet in the other bathroom."

...He returned with the bottle. "Looks like someone made these at home."

..."Shake out four for me, will you? I always imagine there's a little green snake rolled up in each one. They're from the Chinese herbalist on Maunakea Street." I filled a glass from the tap and swallowed the pills.

..."I'll climb in the shower for just a minute."

...I closed my eyes and let the stream of hot water pour down on the crown of my head, just like they do in the tv commercials.

...I've been a professional psychic for almost eighteen years and I've never, ever been assaulted like that in a dream. God knows I've gone looking for trouble and found it, but this is different. What in the hell did it mean?

...I usually like to keep my distance from clients - that's one of the reasons I do all of my readings on the phone. It's not so much about safety, it's anonymity. Same with my radio show. People know my voice, they trust what I say, but they don't know me. I have my life as a psychic and I have a private life, lived here in the peaceful tranquillity of deep country.

...I turned off the water and leaned my head against the wall, both palms flat against the surface. I closed my eyes and reached out to see if there were any messages. I wasn't exactly asking for help, just checking. No message. No warning. That's a relief. If there were real danger, surely they'd have something to say.

..."Better now?" We were back in our boat-sized bed, affectionately called "Stephen the Barge," in homage to the author of a favorite book, The Art of Lucid Dreaming. Will kept his arm protectively arched around my shoulders.

..."I'm still buzzing a little, but it's okay. I don't know why I lost it so completely. I was lucid at the beginning of the dream. I thought I was awake. I could hear the waves hitting the reef, but we've got Kona winds tonight. There°¶s no waves when we have Kona's."

..."Did you check with your Source to find out what was going on?"

..."I felt around while I was in the shower. No message I could pick up."

..."Who are you working with next week?"

..."Mostly regulars." I let my calendar book hold my schedule for me. I don't like to clutter my brain with my appointments. "Someone new did call today. I didn't get the message early enough to call her back. Someone from LA - movie business, I think. She said she wanted to talk about a recurring bad dream. She didn't sound like the girl in the dream, though."

Chapter 2

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