Wasting no time she placed the stack of pages on the table and immediately began to spread them out, revealing sketches of various images. Each one related to specific dream. She rummaged through the pile until coming to the image of the black dove. Its eyes filled with red veins and the black tar dripping from its feathers into the dark cloudy sea. All as made its determined flight toward the setting sun.
Sophia flipped the sketch over revealing dozens of marks on its back. With the latest making it, ninety-three. Ninety-three times she's had this particular dream, much more than her others. Yet like the others, she was no where closer to figuring out its meaning. She spent months researching them, and being employed by one of Louisiana's biggest libraries, she had centuries of information at her disposal. Yet despite looking through hundreds of books on philosophy, mythology and psychology she was no where closer to deciphering them then she when the dreams first started.
“I'm sure you can find better uses for your breaks.” Came the voice of her co-work Susan.
Startled by Susan's sudden appearance, Sophia unintentionally knocked some of her sketches to the floor. Susan then spoke with a chuckle. “Calm down.” she said while helping Sophia pick them up. “It's only me.”
“Sorry.” Sophia replied with sigh. “Guest I was zoned out again.”
“I'd say. Don't tell me its more of your dreams.”
After placing the final page back on the table, Sophia dropped her eyes back on the sketches, with her palms firmly placed on top of them.
“Are you even taking your meds?” Susan asked.
“I don't need pills Susan!” Sophia exclaimed. She was little irritated by Susan's statement, but it was true. She refused to believe that she was sick, and was feeling a bit disheartened that no one seemed to take her seriously.
“Everyone has random dreams every now and then.”
“But these aren't random.” Sophie begged. “Look, I don't know how, but I know that something more to this. Some message I'm suppose to get.”
Sophia stepped back to get a clear view of her sketches. Across the library the sunlight was shining down from a circular window onto the table top. It was her favorite place to think, up on the highest floor of the library and behind a wooden railing that overlooked the library's first floor. Behind her were shelves of books of metaphysical studies. It was least popular section of the library, however she knew that if someone were to ever be looking in the metaphysical section, they most likely wouldn't be the type to judge her.
Susan, on the other hand, thought she was just having a nerves break down, or losing it over the constant isolation from her husband, Micheal, always being away on business trips. Which is why she never wanted to leave Sophia alone for too long. Especially when she was having one of her crazed episodes after another restless night of nightmares.
As Sophia vigorously searched through her sketches and books to help translate them, Susan just stood by, sipping a hot mug of coffee. She would usually play along, hoping to somehow make Sophia understood that her dreams were no product of divine intervention but her subconscious mind acting out its lonesomeness. But after months of trying to her best to be subtle she had grown tired of Sophia's stubbornness and began to be more direct.
“You need to relax.” Susan said. “Michael will be home this weekend. Everything will be okay. Give yourself a break from all of this and hold out just a few more days. You'll be fine.”
"I'm not lonely, Susan!” Again Sophia felt dishearten, and the thought of Micheal returning home only to judge her the same was even more devastating. But Susan did have a point, Micheal would be home in a few days, which meant she had only a few days of freedom to work on her dreams until he returns and dissuade her against it. Though she was looking forward to seeing him, she didn't want to have to deal with him being condescending toward her. There was only one way she could think to convince him and everyone else that she was right. Only one way to prove that they were more than just dreams and that was to finally decipher their messages. Something that she has yet to do since the dreams had first started.
The black dove was the most important, or at least that's what she had expected. Of all the dreams she'd had, the black dove happened the most and unlike the others that happen for a couple of weeks then stop, the black dove dream has never stopped. It was the very first dream she had when it all started, and ironically the last. However, the black dove was always the hardest to understand. Unlike the others which giave her various clues, the black dove gave her nothing to work with. So although she had wanted to decipher its meaning the most, doing it in the short amount of time before Micheal returned was unrealistic. So she had to focus on another dream, her most recent.
Sophia began to dig her fingers through the pile of sketches before coming to a specific one. It was a large stone, beige building. A distinctive building which she recognized very well, being that Michael was a lawyer. It was the 15th Judicial District, Lafayette Parish Courthouse. It stood alone on a bright sunny day, before dark clouds began to form, followed by three loud thunderclaps. She had thought it was odd that the thunder was not preceded by lighting. Only the thunder alone, accompanied by loud screams. The screams started slightly before the thunderclaps, as though whoever screamed had knew it was coming. The last image she remembered of the dream was a single red rose.
Sophia had only had this dream once, and it usually took a few nights before she was able to identify every detail. She knew that there was more to it, more to the rose. Many of her dreams are chaotic with everything happening so sudden, as the case of this one. With everything that had happened she wasn't able to get a clear picture of what was going on with the rose, only the chaos that was surrounding it.
However, everything else in the dream had led her to believe that something would happen at the courthouse. Being that the screams come slightly before the thunderclaps and with no lightning, led her to believe that it wasn't thunder at all. They were screaming because they may have saw something the moment before it happened, a violent shooting. It had to be, three gunshots that echoed around the block.
Now for the rose, what could the rose have meant, and why was it there?
“This is it Susan.” She said, taking a step back to stand by Susan's side as she stared down at her sketches.
“What?” Susan asked in a cynical tone. She was growing tired of standing there and watching Sophia obsessively stare at her sketches.
“I think I've got something, something that will prove that these are more than just dreams.”
Susan sighed as she rolled her eyes. “Fine,” She said. “What do you have?”
Sophia walked back over to the table and grabbed the sketch of her recent dream. “I believe that in the near future there be a shooting at the courthouse.” She said.
“That's ridiculous, Sophia what makes more sense? You being able to see the future, or that your just subconsciously you're worried about your husbands safety because he's a lawyer?”
“Wait!” Exclaimed Sophia, as Susan's words had given her a thought. The rose. She rushed toward the book shelves behind them to specific book. One she knew exactly where it was, being that she's used it a lot since her dreams had started.
It as a book of dream interpretations. She began to flip through the pages as she made her way back to the table and placed it down as Susan looked over her shoulder.
“Look.” Sophia said as she brought up the image of a rose in the book. “In dreams, Roses often represents a loved one, or someone you care about.”
Susan, again rolled her eyes. “I know where you're going with this.” she said, before closing the book and pulling it away from Sophia's hands. “As I said, you're just worried about Michael's safety because he's a lawyer, that's it. It doesn't mean anything is going to happen, it means that you're worried something will. In fact, that's what all of this probably means.” She said gesturing toward the table, obsessively littered with sketches. “Michael is always away and you're always worried. You're lonely Sophia, that's all.”
“No.” Sophia objected. “I don't know how I can ever explain this to you, somehow I know its more than that. I can feel it, in my heart.”
“Nothing is going to happen okay. Micheal will be back in a few days and you'll feel a lot better. I promise.”
Sophia sighed, she didn't ever expect Susan to understand and without knowing every detail of the Courthouse dream, she didn't quite understand herself. However Susan did make one point, when Michael would return she knew that she would feel a lot better. Maybe she could explain to him what she had found. It was a long shot, because Michael always seemed more skeptical that everyone else, but at least he actually listen to her thoughts without rudely dismissing them like everyone else. She knew that he thought she was ill and needed help, but he still supported her. That alone gave her the courage to continue to investigate her dreams, hoping that one day she would prove that she's right.