A Rough Return to the Waking World

[Kelly MacAryn]

Kelly dreamed, drifting on a cloudy sea of disjointed recollection: memory without sequence or context, snapshots of another life. Lucidity dawned slowly, but even after the traveler became aware he was asleep he remained caught in the flow, helpless to affect the outcomes of his past. As time went by Kelly's awareness became more acute, and the memories grew less distinct, degrading from their initial cinematic clarity until all he was left with was a collection of vague impressions and emotional echoes. Finally, the sleeping psychic fell into a state of dreamless vigilance, alert but at rest in an undefined void.

'You're forgetting something important...' 

Consciousness crashed down on him like a collapsing mountain.