Sara paced the floor, "What's taking so long? They should be here by now."<br/><br/>"Patience, all in due time." Words slowly dripped from a woman, hair long and gray, but still thick, with a coarse wave, bound to a wheelchair, Her dull, almost gray eyes peered from under drooping lids.<br/><br/>"For one with all the time in the world patience holds such little meaning." The girl argued, barely 20, it seemed, and she was arguing with her elders. Her bright pink hair brushed away from her face, held back under a scarf.<br/><br/>"For one who sees nothing but truth, patience is all there is left." Her words were quizzical, and confusing at best.<br/><br/>"Sometimes I think you speak that way on purpose 'Ama, just to get a rise out of me." With a deep breath, the girl sat once more on the floor, and crossed her legs, and set her hands on her knees, "Ok... patience." Another deep breath. "...patience...." one more, "...patience..."<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #000040"><br/>In a deep dream... it feels a little like floating, your stomach might fall at any second.... your heart beats slowly, as if calmer than you think you should be. You can't see anything... it's all black... wait... a glow, there in the distance. Blue? Gray? It's so pleasant.... You lean into it, and find yourself wafting to it... oh god, what is it? You try to pull away, it's too late, it has you now. You struggle for a second, feels like your underwater, a current has you... you gasp. <br/><br/>"... calm..."  <br/><br/>A warm, feminine voice, clear as crystal, it seems accompanied by a powerful chorus... a single voice that pours into you. You find yourself relaxed, looking back to the light, you see it, it's a woman... she glows bright white, as if on fire. In the bright, flickering aura of light you see several others... surrounded about her like a ritualistic circle... too dark to make out features, but you care not about them... but about her. Looking close you see deep blue eyes among the white-hot glow... eyes that whisper to you that everything is ok... that you are welcome... wanted. <br/><br/>You feel a pulse... a sort of vibration coming from her in short bursts. the other figures around her shift uncomfortably... they felt it too. <span style="font-style: italic">Go west.... To the shore... I'll be waiting... with your destiny.</span> Not words spoken, but images, feelings you received in your chest and mind... the ocean, a park... a woman with warm, deep, blue eyes. A smile... and it's gone. the feeling of the pulse remains...</span><br/><br/>As you awaken, you remember bits of your dream last night... not much, save for a woman... you were floating... she was on fire. Go west... you have to go to the shore. The feeling of the pulse still lingers, your fingertips tingle, and you feel an odd draw... you shift uneasily in your skin... could she know?<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~</div><br/><br/><br/>Sara walked down the sidewalk, the hustle and bustle of the small town growing as summer neared, the smell of the ocean nearby hung heavy in the air, the smell of freshly cut grass, along with bread, cookies, pizza dough, rising steadily in the ovens, and people... lots of people... Sara didn't like crowds, but 'Ama had made it clear, bound to a wheelchair, Sara was forced to do the dirty work. Everyone looked the same... Wait... there!