From debndug@wisenet.net Sat Sep 28 09:13:33 1996 Path: news.ro.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!newspump.sol.net!news.inc.net!news From: D & D Hayden Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: "Thoughts While Dreaming" 1/1 Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 09:13:33 -0500 Organization: Internet Connect, Inc. The Wisconsin ISP 414-476-4266 http://www.inc.net Lines: 71 Message-ID: <324D328D.6618@wisenet.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: 206.230.202.127 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.01 (Win95; U) The scenes and characters this story is based on were created by hris Carter (The Man)..and portrayed wonderfully by Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny. I didn't make them up..if I had, do you think I'd be sending this out for free? I think not..:) So, all those great ideas are property of 1013 Productions..I just figured I could borrow them a little bit... This is the first piece of fanfic that I have actually got finished..I can normally never end stories..so, be gentle with your comments..but tell me the truth..:) My undying gratitude goes out to Amy & Caroline...you two have kept me (mostly) sane the past few months. And for the folks in the Cafe..this was written while strung out on caffeine..:) "Thoughts While Dreaming" by Debr26@aol.com/debndug@wisenet.net He could recite every frame of this dream. From the blinding flashes of light, to the color of the trim on the nightgown that she wore. The same dream, year after year, the feeling of wrongness, of helplessness, and the feelings of his entire life crumbling, all tied into this dream. Of course, as with all dreams, his mind added touches that weren't really there. The way that sometimes the girl who floated in mid-air had dark hair, and sometimes her hair flamed in the light, nearly blinding his eyes, and his heart. The way that sometimes he could see his sister's things laying around the room, and that sometimes the room turned into an apartment living room, with broken glass lying on the ground. Either way, the dream always caused his awakening to be accompanied by the beating of his heart and his labored breathing being the only things he could hear. Sitting up in a fright, he stared at the phone, considering reaching out to touch the one thing that could calm him as no other. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In her dreams, she walked through a hallway. The hallway had doors every so often, each one seeming to call her senses. Some called to the child, some to the woman, all to the heart. So many choices. She paused at each door, trying to decide. In her sleep, her forehead crinkled, and her eyelids fluttered. To make the wrong decision, to cause hurt to someone in her life, that was what she strove to avoid. As she went farther & farther down the hallway, it seemed as if the door on the very end was calling the loudest to her ears. She turned her body toward it, trying to discern the inside by studying the outside. As she reached to grasp the handle, her hand shook. When she turned it, she could hear the other locks slide home, forever sealing the other paths that she did not choose. She paused, part of her wishing that she hadn't made a decision, another part sure of her choice. She stepped forward as the door was swinging open and.... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The phone next to her head rang. As she reached across the darkness, her indecision faded, as it always did. And at the sound of her voice, his dream fears abated. finis. -- Debr26@aol.com co-host EMXC debndug@wisenet.net Cafe USTer Long lost Dwarf Lone Gunbride "So I ran like the wind to the water Please don't leave me again I cried And I threw bitter tears at the ocean But all that came back was the tide" -Sarah McLachlan