Indigo Incite (The Indigo Trilogy) Read Free Page B

hat and casually played with the
dangling tassel. “It’s all good. Sometimes the best work comes from just
formulating thoughts. The next time I come to the lab, I’ll be ready to rock
and roll.”
    “Oh? You
formulated a lot of thoughts today, did you?”
    He
tapped his head. “There’s a lot more that goes on in here than you’d ever
believe. Sometimes it’s scary.”
    At this,
Jenna laughed out loud. “Scary, huh?”
    “Mmm…unbelievably.
I should get going. I don’t want to be late for my sister’s party. According to
the forecast, the snow’s supposed to continue to fall, and the roads are
probably going to get nasty. You might want to get home before the roads get
too bad. Can I walk you out?”
    Jenna
hopped down from the table and looked at the mirrors and other objects
scattered about. “Sure. I don’t think I’ll be getting much more done here today
anyway. Like you said, I need to formulate my thoughts.” She smiled sweetly.
“Just give me a minute to put this away and I’ll walk out with you.”
     
    *****
    “Come on
Eddie! Give it a swing!” his father called. “I can’t stand here all day. My
arm’s going to fall off and I’m freezing. Get this thing open so we can get
inside! One good swing, that’s all we need.”
    “Yeah!
Come on, Eddie. You can do it!” his sister encouraged.
    As a
crowd of giggling girls gathered around, Abby handed him the bat.
    “All right,
stand back, girls.” He pushed his black glasses firmly in place and swung the
bat a few times in preparation.
    One
quick, hard swing at the piñata was all it took; suddenly, the girls swarmed
his feet. They laughed as they dug through the snow in search of lost candy.
His dad stood by to watch over the clean-up, and Eddie turned to his
grandmother, who was huddled and shivering, in a snow parka.
    “Hey,
Grandma, want to go inside? I’ll make you a cup of tea.” He held the door open
for her.
    She
smiled and patted his arm. “What a treat. Thank you.”
    With a
warm cup of tea in hand, his grandmother sat at the rustic wood table in the
kitchen and observed him. “You seem tired. Is everything all right?”
    “Yeah,
I’m fine. I just haven’t gotten a lot of sleep the last few nights. I’ve had
these dreams, really vivid dreams. Each night it’s the same, and as soon as
it’s over, I wake up and can’t stop thinking about it.”
    His
grandmother sat in silent contemplation and sipped her tea. “You know, our
people have always accredited vivid dreams to prophecy. The elders, your
great-grandmother included, used to say that if we listen to our dreams, we
will meet our destinies.”
    “And if
we don’t listen to our dreams? Then what happens?”
    “Well,
it is said that if we fail to receive the message that is brought to us, we
will either continue to receive the message through other aspects of our life
or we may miss the opportunity to learn altogether.”
    “Learn
what?”
    “That
all depends. What is your dream telling you?”
    “It’s
about a boy, a teenage boy, who I’ve never met. He keeps telling me that I need
to meet him somewhere, that I need to help him.”
    “And
where does he want you to meet him?”
    “I don’t
know. I never asked. I keep waking up before I can get that far. It just seems
so real. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve had vivid dreams before, but
never anything like this. When I wake up, I can’t stop thinking about the kid.
It’s like, if I don’t help him, something bad is going to happen, and I can’t
stop thinking about it. Silly, huh?”
    His
grandmother slowly sipped her tea. “My boy, nothing you have ever said or done
has ever been for nothing. I have no doubt that if this dream seems serious to
you, then it probably is. If you have the same dream again, I would suggest you
focus on it instead of push it away.”
    “But how
can I have control over what I do in my dreams?”
    “Even
when you are asleep, you are always aware. Dreaming is just another