A dream of my own

Magic can be a bothersome thing. As power goes, I have some. As for quality of spells, I'm ok. But as a general rule of thumb, to the untrained magic is a bothersome thing. That being said, there is no rest for the wicked. So I gather my will and my talismans and I set upon my work this night.

One time she was innocent. And I was her savior. We played our roles. We laughed, we cried. We crashed and we burned.

Long ago the rules were set. Before I was ever a concept. But when has that ever stopped anyone from saying, this isn't fair! Once again I watched the tribe members as they danced their rituals in the light of a fire. Once again they cheered me as one by one they departed to their tents for the magical dreamy night they all knew they would have. And so once again I prepare to be their Dream Weaver.

One time she was my twin. We were undeniable. We were inevitable.We were together we were remembered. We laughed we cried. We crashed and we burned.

As per the laws of magic there is no free lunch. So to weave their dreams at the cost of my own. How many years has it been since I once had one of my own? But the roles we play are dictated by a director whose directions do not so eagerly bend to our desires. Not likely one of the members would dream for me a beautiful fantasy. Not likely one of them would cut short their dream to bring me a blanket against the night cold.

One time she was combative. We were unmanageable. We were unconsolable. We were intense passion. We yelled we laughed we cried. We crashed and we burned. Oh how we burned!

Cast after cast. In rare form I weave a tapestry far too beautiful for even me to understand, let alone see. Some of my best work for sure. Although of late I have begun to doubt the potency. I am beyond tired. I have sailed the ship of dreams so long that I no longer truly see the stars I sail by.

This time a hand on my shoulder. A blanket around me placed. She is tall. She is strong. We are new. We are questioning. We are here. We will laugh, we will cry. Will we crash and burn? Magic can truly be a bothersome thing.