Honda's Ghost Part 15

I was dreaming and I knew I was dreaming.

This was not new, it was a rare dream indeed that I wasn’t aware was a dream.

The sticking point here?

The sun was bearing down on me, I knew it was high in the sky, I knew it was dry as a desert.

I could not feel the heat, I could not feel it warm me.

My mind told me it was hot, but my imagination couldn’t bridge the gap between remembering what it felt like to be warm, and actually feeling warm.

I could not close my eyes and turn to face the sun.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

I stood in a desert, but there was a city on the horizon.

I took a step toward it, and felt amusement as the sand held firm rather than shifting under my feet. Another point toward the dream.

It took me seven steps to reach the city and that roused my curiosity, the dream said it had been a long journey but I had counted my steps, and seven was an awful lot for a dream. Or at least, one of my dreams.

I stood alone in a large crowd of people.

I sighed, the courtyard was empty but there were hints of a great many people gathered there, the dream just hadn’t bridged the gap between informing me of the people and showing me the people.

It was rather like reading a story.

The crowd wasn’t important, just that there was a crowd.

I looked up.

The important people were above, shadowy beings with a hint of blood soaked gold.  

A storm broke over the city, a large boom, the crowd screamed and there was chaos.

She stood at the centre, wind howling around her.

Red eyes watched her.