Perchance to Dream

By Cyn Bagley

Kat Igardson is a visionary, a psychic, and a protector, but doesn’t gain her hereditary powers until the death of her Grandma. Daisy Amulda, a black witch, is stripped of her power by her father.

These two unlikely women become allies to fight an evil that corrupts and taints Earth and its innocents.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cyn Bagley
• Release date: Feb 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781386891901

Cyn Bagley

About the Author Cyn Bagley spent much of her formative years, moving with her family from state to state. She continued this obsession by joining the US Navy and seeing the world: Japan, Panama, and Germany. She was diagnosed with Wegener's Granulomatosis, a Vasculitis disease, in 2003, giving her more time to write. She now lives in Nevada and has a Chihuahua friend, who keeps her walking and healthy. Subscribe to Cyn Bagley's Shadowland newsletter at http://eepurl.com/c4nmXs If you enjoyed this book, please take a moment to leave a review.

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Chapter One

My body sank into the mattress cover as my mind floated above my body. The darkness covers my eyes as I drop into sleep. My grandma was in the next room; her slight breathing turning into slight snores. Snores into music. I was safe.

For years I have dreamed. Some of the dreams were those little garbage dreams that clear my brain and make it easier for me to think. Some dreams were of the past. I had a dream where I was being chased by a teddy bear. And then I have the dreams of the future.

Those dreams are the scariest. When my mother still lived with grandma and me, she would yell at us. Many times I would have these fights with her before the main fight. It made for some sleepless nights. I still hate sleeping in the same house as my mother. When we are together, we fight tooth and nail, day and night, in person and in dreams.

I suppose I am not the only one that has mommy problems and I won't be the last. I have wondered for years why my mother is such a crank when her mother, my grandma, is such a nice person.

When I am dreaming, I am a part of the dream. I can feel the emotions that I would feel if I were actually there. The fear is higher, the anger is fierier, and the tears are brighter. The colors, sounds, touches, and smells are keener. I can look at it with dispassion when awake, but when I am asleep the dreams are more real than when I am awake.

At one time I studied Jung's superconsicous mind theory. To dip into the same dream pool as every conscious being on the planet almost described my experiences. I was attracted to Jung's theories, but I didn't want to use them to counsel other people. So after one class when I realized that the teachers were less informed than I was, I quit college and went back to live with grandma. She needed me.

It was dementia and possibly Alzheimer's disease. She needed a caretaker. I needed to care for her.

The mattress creaked under my body as a rolled to the left and curled into the covers. The blankets warmed my body and I fell into the dream.

GRANDMA WAS IN THE KITCHEN, making spaghetti, and the water bubbled on the stove for pasta. The smell of tomato and meat sauce filled the room as I walked into the kitchen. I pulled out the plates and utensils and began setting the table for two.

The light streamed into the kitchen as I watched Grandma stir the sauce. It had been a few years since I had seen her cook. It was hard with the dementia because she would sometimes put the water on to boil and then forget about it. The pot would burn, sending smoke through the house. After a couple of times, I made sure that I am in the kitchen whenever she wants to cook.

This time it felt like she was all there. She joked and we laughed like the times she had been well. She spread butter over the break, sprinkled garlic over it, and baked it in the oven. I wanted to bite into that crunchy bread and feel the taste expand in my mouth. Bread baking in the oven was my favorite smell. For a moment I was completely at peace.

Grandma turned from the stove, a wooden spoon dripping with red sauce, and fell slowly onto the floor. I ran to her. It felt like time had slowed to a stop. I tried to run and I couldn't get to her as her head bounced on the linoleum floor.

Her bright blue eyes filled my vision.

I JERKED AWAKE, BREATHING HARD. The room was dark and I could hear my grandma's breathing in the next room. I pulled the covers off me, stood up, and walked to her bedroom. I stood in the doorway, watching her sleep. The covers were piled high over her body.

I softly walked to the kitchen, turned on the coffee pot, and looked out the window. I could see the streaks of the morning rays as they settled on the hills around our home. This was the third night I had had this dream. Third times a charm. I got a white coffee cup and filled it with coffee. I was still in my sleeping clothes - a T-shirt and shorts. The clothes had been washed so much that they were soft against my body.

After opening the front door, I sat on the porch and listened to the birds as the sun rose in the east. Today would be a busy day. Grandma would make spaghetti for the first time in years and I would need emergency services on speed dial.

My name is Kathleen Igardson, and I am a dreamer. Call me Kat.

Chapter Two

My first appointment of the day was at 10 a.m. My home office door was open to the outside world. I started later than normal office hours because after my morning coffee, I spent the rest of the morning, helping my grandma to dress in her polyester pants and blouse. I knelt at her feet, pushed on her shoes, and tied the laces.

The shoes were new. I had found an inventor who put a GPS into my grandma's shoes. If she wandered, I could find her. The last time I had lost her the Sheriff's department had been oh so nice in telling me that they would charge me for the privilege of using their resources. Money was tight nowadays. No one wanted to search for an old person who was out of her mind.

They had found her near a stream, throwing rocks into it. She had been happy and oh so childlike. When I was in my home office and she was in the kitchen, I had the GPS tracking program in the background so I could check on where she was. It didn't stop the accidents. But, I could find her.

My last boyfriend, Mark Nolan, wanted me to put her in a home. Did Grandma put me in a home when my mother left? Did she turn me into a foster kid? No. So the answer was no. And Mark left me soon afterwards. He wouldn't have made a good father, I consoled myself.

My grandma was in the kitchen drinking coffee, eating blueberry muffins, when my first client walked in the door.

As soon as my new client walked through door, I felt I was underdressed in my jeans and pink T-shirt. She was wearing a spring dress that bounced around her knees. If I had been shoe shopping recently, I would have known that she was wearing expensive Pradas instead of cheap knock-offs.

She stood in the middle of the room, and I swear that I could hear the skirt of her dress swish. I motioned her to the overstuffed chair, but she flopped onto the wooden chair across from the table. I believe that was the first time I understood what the word flounce meant.

Are you Kat? Her voice had lower notes that would seduce a man into giving away his house, car, and wallet.

I stuck out my hand, but she looked at it like it wasn't something she wanted to touch. I was getting the vibes and I didn't like it. I leaned against the table and caressed the wood.

Yes, I said. I looked her over. What kind of reading do you want? I knew this woman's name because she had made an appointment. Or, it occurred to me after observing her dress, her shoes, her face, and expensive perfume that she may have given me a false name. She didn't look like a Daisy.

A new venture, Daisy said. She looked at me expectantly. So she wasn't going to give me any more information than that little tidbit.

I could hear my grandmother moving chairs in the kitchen. I would have to look in on her as soon as I was done with this client. Sighing I pulled out the tarot cards and shuffled them.

Shuffle the cards until they feel right, I said to Daisy. And then cut them into three piles.

She did as I instructed. I could tell that she played cards, probably in the VIP rooms in a Las Vegas casino. She smoothly shuffled, her rings flashing on her hands. Then three piles were in front of me.

I picked up the cards and felt an energy jolt through me. I wasn't sure if it was the cards or if it was the energy of Daisy. When I laid the cards on the table in a cross formation, she watched me unblinking. I thought of a lizard sunning itself on a wall, watching a fly.

I pointed to the middle card in the cross, This is you, I said Justice. The card had a man in red robes sitting on a throne. He had a crown. In one hand he had a sword and the other hand he had scales. Daisy started to touch the card, when I stopped her. I could see a green spark trying to jump from her finger to the cards.

No, the cards already have your energy.

She folded her hands in her lap. I continued with the reading. It means that you have justice on your side over the conflicts. Daisy nodded her head.

I looked at the right card on the cross. This one is the problem that you need to solve. The card was the Tower reversed. No matter where this card is found, it is a dangerous card. It was tumultuous. The emperor has no clothes, I murmured to myself.

Daisy looked startled.

Normally when you see the Tower, it means there will be shake-up. But in this means that the tower of lies will stand and the liars are winning.

Daisy's face paled, but she didn't say a word. From her reactions, I knew that this was not a normal reading. Despite her looks, she wasn't looking for a rich prince. This woman could have real problems.

I pointed to the top card in the cross. It was the Moon. These are the circumstances of your new venture, I said. I began to suspect that what I was revealing was not new to this princess. It is built on dreams and illusions. You will have to separate the two. Of course the illusions come from the tower. I pointed to the tower card.

The result of your new venture, a sarcastic tone began to leak from my voice will be secret feminine knowledge. I looked at her expectantly. She didn't say a word. The synthesis of the venture is the Pope, which means you will gain knowledge, wisdom, or partnerships, which can be good or bad depending on what kind of knowledge you seek.

She stood up after placing two twenties on the table and walked out the door. No thank yous, no talking, just walked out. I sighed, left the cards on the table, and walked to the kitchen. I needed to check on grandma.

MY GRANDMA STOOD ON A CHAIR, reaching for a cup on the top shelf. I was scared that she would fall and hurt her hip at the very least. I reached her and held the chair. Grandma, I pulled on her sleeve. Get down. I'll get it.

Confusion settled on her face as I helped her down. I need, I need.

What do you need, grandma. I gently set her on the chair and poured more coffee for her and for me. The last reading had been unsettling, normally they went better and I could make friends with my clients.

My box, she said. She looked back at the cupboards and I knew that as soon as I left her she would be back on the chair. If I left her alone too long, she would have broken a hip or worse.

I'll get it, I pulled a step stool next to the sink area and looked into the cupboard. I was surprised when I found a small cigar box