Transitional Awareness

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa scratched her head. The dwarf? This really was a strange dream.

[Narrator]

Lightning strikes a couple more times before the cloud seem so calm down, the storm having raged itself out. Throughout all this Theresa would get the growing feeling of being protected from something. Like her mom holding her close as a little kid and chasing away a rabid dog. There's something almost primal about it in it's intensity.

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa relaxed into that feeling, watching the world go by beneath her. This is a dream, isn't it?

[Narrator]

This is where the clouds touch the ground and the patterns flow as one... a woman's voice drifts through the clouds.

[Theresa McMasters]

Patterns. I know about patterns. And there is a lot of fog around here.

[Narrator]

You know ofpatterns... the voice drifts. From most people it would have sounded condescending but it just seems... understanding somehow. You cannot read them like a book. Recognize you're part of them like you are right now...

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa pondered that for a long moment of 'dream time'. Can you show me some of how I fit? Or is it the sort of thing I have to figure out on my own?

[Narrator]

Only you can find your role, but know that you did right not to chose to leave the pattern with my brother's steward...

[Theresa McMasters]

She tried not to look disappointed. I know enough to know when something doesn't feel right. She looked at her own hands as if trying to figure something out.

[Narrator]

Not everyone cares about what's right... The voice is beginning to sound more distant, as if she was drifting away.

[Theresa McMasters]

Will we get to talk again? Theresa asked, sensing that something important was slipping away.

[Narrator]

If you can find me again in the clouds and the leaves and the wind...

[Theresa McMasters]

I'll keep my eyes open.