Certain pieces of it stuck... just like this one.
The sensation of struggling.
Of being trapped in something heavy.
Mud, maybe.
Or something like it.
I rubbed the back of my neck.
And then there had been her.
Luna Faye.
The image of her standing there flashed through my mind, but I pushed the rest of the memory away before it could unfold completely.
I didn’t want to get lost in it again.
Still, something about it lingered.
Not just the fact that she had appeared in the dream.
But the way it had felt.
Important.
Like it meant something.
Which was ridiculous.
It was probably just a dream.
My life was already confusing enough without trying to decode whatever my brain decided to throw at me while I was asleep.
I pushed away from the tree and started walking again, boots cru
