FF: Thoughts of Dreams

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TITLE: Thoughts of Dreams
AUTHOR: Arimis Adkinson
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I 
don't own anything.
SUMMARY: Willow's dreams and nightmares of Buffy and other things.
SPOILERS: None.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it take it just let me know where it's at.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is number seven in the Thoughts series
Feedback: Yes please I crave feedback. I use the praise to write faster
and the criticism to write better.

( Willow's P.o.V )

"A dream is wish your heart makes when your when your fast asleep" or
so the Disney movie song says. I as of late hope that isn't true with a
vengeance. My days are spent trying to control my magic which for some
reason has been erratic. Some days I can float a pencil others I can
float everything in the room but the pencil. My nights are spent in ever
changing dreams of images, people, places events I don't understand and
nightmares of Buffy.

I dream of fire and battles in burning cities. I dream of water and
tidal waves washing away everything. I dream of endless fields of ice
and frozen forms within. I dream of mist and oppressive all consuming
blankets of fog and screams of pain. I dream of wind and tornadoes
levelling everything in their paths. I dream of women bound to altars
surrounded by chanting figures cloaked in shadows. I dream of
destruction and death of epic proportions. But mostly I dream of Buffy.

Those dreams are the best and the worst. I dream she she comes to me
and we make love thru the night and into the morning. That she steps out
shadow and sinks her fangs into my neck as she rips my heart out. Of her
and were-Oz fighting over me. Or for me as I sit on throne and watch
them lay waste to human and demon alike. Her eyes glowing as she takes
me. Hands covered in blood as rips out Xander's throat. A gray blade
gleaming in the moon light as she decapitates. Giles. The sound of
grating bone as snaps her mother's neck. Of us laughing together as
Sunnydale burns.

I've seen people I haven't met at Giles' apartment with us. A shy
blonde that I'm drawn to for some inexplicable reason. A mousy brown
haired teenage girl pouting petulantly about something Buffy's said or
done. An obnoxious brunette hanging all over Xander. Spike's there tied
to a chair for some reason. And Oz and Cordelia aren't there. Of Buffy
and this stringy haired woman fighting. Of a fight between Buffy, Xander
Giles and myself. The three of us doing a spell. Buffy fighting some
sort of Frankenstein demon. Allot of other disjointed and distorted
images that I can't make out.

I've tried to explain the dreams to Giles but he been so busy since
school started and with his council connections to help me. Xander's
keeps pestering me about trusting him even though I repeated tell him I
do which is true. He fails to realize Buffy is the one he has to worry
about not me. Oz.....Oz has been nothing but supportive and still don't
know what to do about the choice between him and Buffy. Oz is the first
boy ever to like me back. He's sweet, caring and stoic to a fault. But
Buffy is Buffy how can anyone look into her eyes and not fall for her.
But that decision is one I hope I won't have to make any time soon.

On the plus side of thing there's a new slayer in town. Faith,
Kendra's replacement. There something about her I just don't trust. But
also something unnerving and familiar as well. I guess I should try to
get to know her. I'm tired now so I should try to get some sleep now.

With that Willow placed her diary down and laid down and let the rain
softly pelting against her window lull her into a peaceful dreamless
sleep. She never noticed the cloaked figure hovering outside watching
her. A flash of lighting illuminates the a lock of the figure's blonde
hair. " Sleep well Willow your going to the rest." Buffy said as she
flew off in the direction of the mansion.