Pris, full name Priscilla Marabella Fardis, snapped awake.
It was still lunch time although the bell would ring soon enough.
She was sitting on the bench along the wall, back to the sun.
People were still talking, running, laughing and playing sports outside down below.
For her it was nice just to sit alone and snooze in the sun like a cat.
But wow, what an unpleasant dream! Or nightmare. It had been a bit slow and subtle for a nightmare.
She'd read on gizmodo about Russian dream doctors who could assess illnesses based on specific dreams and nightmares a patient had. Bit like Ancient Greek medicine, didn't they have the patients sleep in the temple hospital then interpret the dream?
And Edgaar Cayce too?
The bell rang signalling the end of the lunch period.
7/28/2016 3:17:46 AM
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