Everyone has a fear. Everyone has their dreams. How are they connected? How do they influence the lives of Adam, Jessie, Ron, and Elana? How will their story change how we think?
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Everyone has a fear. Everyone has their dreams. How are they connected? How do they influence the lives of Adam, Jessie, Ron, and Elana? How will their story change how we think? Are dreams just picture shows running through the subconscious mind, or are they something more? Is reality real, or is it all just a dream? Do they give us a look into the future, or are they just nonsense? What is a dream, and how does it affect us? I have my theories. You decide on your's.
Elana sat quietly in the loneliest area of the large hotel suite in which she had been living for nearly a week. Darkness was abundant all around, except for a single candle that was lit beside her. In her hands lay a black notebook, unopened. Her blue eyes stared out into the mysterious night sky, full of wonder and amazement. Her countenance was that of a ponderer. A tear fell from her eye, but never once did concentration brake. She was frozen in place. A wave crashed on the rocks below, and Elana opened the notebook. 'Is this what I really wanted?' She opened the first page. It read:
"My personal accounts, Mia Fouts"
"So, how'd you do it Ron? Three people dead, and now Mia. Was it your idea to have her change her name? It's quite brilliant if you ask me." This man across the table was a force unlike any that Ron had ever known.
"What are you talking about? And who's Mia?" Ron was now uneasily aware that this may not be about his past after all.
"Mia Fouts, a.k.a Jessica Henderson. You can't tell me you didn't know that."
"So that's why she had no history." This puzzle was far larger than Ron had ever imagined, but it was beginning to become clear now.
"Oh, she has a history all right, and I've come to suspect you are part of it. Three people are dead Mr. Taylor. Could you tell me why?"
"Who? I must assure you that I have no clue what you are talking about?"
"Layla Scott, found dead at the bottom of a cliff, skinned nearly to the bone, but no fingerprints. That's probably the biggest mystery. Daniel Warren, shot three times at point blank, and left dead in a vacant hotel room."
"Daniel? Why that…"
"There's no need for name calling here son. He's dead anyway, after all, you killed him didn't you?"
"And who's the third?" Ron had become so intrigued by the story that he'd grown unaware of his current alibi.
"The third was unidentifiable, left for dead on a lonely highway in an abandoned SUV. Poor guy, no-one can recognize someone without a face or a wallet. Not even the car was identifiable. Parts of it had burnt off"
"What evidence do you have that this was me, or Jessie?" Ron was now suddenly concerned about his own well-being.
"Just about all we need. We have several witness all tying Mia, or Jessie if that's what you'd like to call her, to all three of these murders. We also have journals of hers and evidence suggesting you two were quite the couple."
"She could have done it alone. I swear to you I knew nothing of these murders. I didn't even know her real name was Mia."
"Ron, there's no way that these things were done by one person, 'cept for the shooting, it was all a two person job, and you're the only one that has ties to Mia Fouts that spans for the entire time of all the murders. The way I see it, it has to be you."
Elana quickly closed the notebook as Adam re-entered the room. ""Did you miss me?" Adam's life was full now that he had Elana.
""Of course," Elana kissed Adam softly on the lips and then leaned back in her chair. ""I miss Jessie."
"Oh, so do I. I can't imagine how Ron must be feeling right now. He's known her for so long. It must be hard to loose someone who wasn't just you fiancé, but also your best friend. They went through so much together."
Elana began to cry, but subtly. ""It must be hard."
"I remember the first time I saw her. She was clinging to Ron's arm. They were hopelessly in love. I must admit, she was quite captivating. You weren't with me then were you. I suppose you must have met her later on. Isn't that right?" Adam posed the question.
""No? Well when did you see her first?"
"We were, she and I, were only 18 then. But that was so long ago now wasn't it. And we were so quiet about our friendship." Elana paused and smiled, trying to comfort Adam with a lie. "Although, I'm not quite sure why," She laughed slightly before beginning to talk again. "I mean, it's not like we had something to hide."