The Feathered Serpents
by: Carolyn GriffithsCh 5. Dreams
"NOOOO" he screamed as he bolted upright discovering himself entangled in bedsheets. As he struggled to free his foot and get a grip on his surroundings. He strained to see the clock on the nightstand table. It was 11:11 pm. He was surprised that his outburst hadn't awakened Suzette who was in the room across the hall. She slept, out of habit, with her door open. He listened for a moment and heard her peacefully snoring, she hadn't heard a thing.
Rubbing his tired eyes and wiping beads of newly formed sweat from his forehead he finally freed himself and headed for the bathroom.
The dreams had started again... and his head ached. It had been a few years since the last one and he really didn't remember all the details. At that moment he was thinking to himself that he shouldn't have had that one more glass of wine before shoving off to bed. It had been an exhausting day with the party.
"What was that all about?" he asked himself rubbing the side of his neck.
He had experienced weird dreams before, but this one was much different, it was extreme compared to the others. This one literally freaked him out.
He had been having bizarre reoccurring dreams since the age of fifteen. His grandfather had given him a medallion, initially intended to be Adams' fathers, but due to his untimely death, it came to rest with him by default. His grandfather had given him no other information about the disc, other than, "it was an ancient traditional family heirloom" and that "someday, in time, all would be revealed".
When Adam had grown and decided to pursue his career in Archeology, he researched the relic himself but found little history to explain it. It dated back to a time of approximately 900 B.C.E, possibly even older. He had considered having it insured but grew concerned with issues involving antiquities authorities whom he thought might insist it belong in a museum somewhere. Authorities were good about these types of things. It was his, and it was going to remain that way as long as he had something to say about it.
At this juncture, he was groggy, freaked out, and severely needing the hair of the dog.
Still attempting to wake up, he glared in the mirror in a blind stare, not noticing the red mark on his cheek.
He bent over, splashed water on his face and dried with one of the pretty little towels Suzette had said were for looks.
"Crap" he thought. "Forgot about the foo foo towels."
Tossing it back on the rack and smoothing it out to look undisturbed he stumbled out of the bathroom and made his way back to the bed where he could still hear his sweet, sleeping, sister in law still sawing logs. As he slid back under the covers he dreaded the thought of having another crazy ass dream. His desire for dreaming anything, had reached its all time low.
As he lay in bed he couldn't help but think about it. It seemed so real. Attempting at this point to psycho analyze himself, he considered the possibility, that he was now the proud owner of a sick, and obviously deranged subconscious mind, that took great pleasure in having his throat ripped apart by wild animals. Maybe his talk with Suzette should wait.
His brain ached just thinking about it. He rolled over, figuring he better get some shut eye before it was time to get up. That is , if it were even possible considering the annoying snores that now resembled a derailed freight train bouncing off the walls, ricocheting into his room.
Maybe he could send the beast to her room, he sarcastically thought to himself, covering his head with the pillow. It was late, and only a matter of hours before he had to meet Rachel at the lab.
What was it that she couldn't discuss over the phone that was so important? What was it that she couldn't discuss over the phone that was so important? As he lay there he remembered the similarities between the disk in his dream and the one his grandfather had given him years ago.
His heart started to pound as he slowly put together details of previous dreams. He had been dreaming of the disk all along. There was something important he had been missing. Climbing back out of bed, he went to the safe, hidden in the back of his closet and retrieved his grandfathers gift. On the topside were the engravings of a sun, moon and serpent. As he flipped over the disk he noticed an unknown glyph, an unusual symbol that somehow he had failed to remember ever seeing. He had locked away this piece years ago, labeling it only as a family heirloom. His grandfathers gift had far more significance than he presently knew.
He sleepily made his way back to bed and carefully tucked the disk under his pillow. It was somehow comforting just having it close, as if it could possibly provide protection, all he knew is that having it near him made him feel better. As he slipped his arm under the pillow and grasped the disk between his fingers, he would attempt sleep once again. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow, the search for a lifetime of answers would begin.
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