Prophetic Dream

While walking toward the river I realized that I was trembling. 'Maybe I'm still shocked from the fall,' I walked towards the grove of trees to sit and calm down. There were a few tree stumps and saplings that looked like they were cut and planted by people. 'Seems like some of the trees were chopped down for firewood and buildings, agriculture seems to be practiced as well.' Seeing that made me feel safer. After all, I didn't know what kind of people are living in that village and communicating might be a problem. Thinking about what language people in this world would speak reminded me of the dream I had. I could no longer remember the details, but I'm positive a girl in my dream was speaking a strange language.

I often had prophetic dreams, I could always tell when I was having one because in my prophetic dreams there would always be someone talking to me. These dreams would relate to something that would happen in the week or the week after. Unfortunately, I always forget some details of the dream and won't remember it until after the event occurs.

'Well, now it's likely I'll be able to understand the language here but speaking it is another story.' That's not my main concern right now though, I could always pretend to be mute but, trying to learn what is considered normal here without making people suspicious will be difficult. Now that I had sorted out some of my problems I felt energized and the trembling had stopped. I walked over to the river to wash up, I had taken such a long time sorting my thoughts out the mud was mostly dry. "Sorry dress I'll probably never be able to restore you back to your original state."

-New World End (completed)-