18. Strange dream

The dream was strange.

I was aware that I was dreaming. Somewhere on the edge of my consciousness, the thought beat that I was still lying on a comfortable bed, hugging a rattling Cat, but at the same time ... I couldn’t leave the feeling that I myself or a part of me was in a completely different place. Frightening and mesmerizing at the same time.

Ink-black darkness spread around, embracing the room (or was it a terrace?) with a thick blanket. An invisible breeze tickled my hair, sending a crowd of shkodny goosebumps through my body. I was not afraid, in the full sense of the...