Megan was running across an open field, barefoot, without a care at all. The sun shone brightly, the birds chirped, and all was right in the world. She thought she could hear a faint whisper, but it was just a ghast in this heavenly realm. She suddenly awoke from her dream, the memories still fresh in her mind. "It felt so real!" the raven haired girl exclaimed. The voice didn't seem to quite escape her lips though, and she still felt a bit sluggish. As she felt around for her blankets, she realised she was actually on a cold stone surface. Looking around, it appeared to be a vast cathedral, with holy knights taking vows before a coming crusade. The archbishop, or at least, the one with the pointiest and most regal outfit, spoke up. "And who is this knight we have here?" As Megan looked up, she realized it was the face of her father, and in his hands was a wine cup, representing the blood of christ. It sloshed about, and as she began to stand up her world faded to black.

It was actually her bed this time. The dream was over. At least until she sat up, and noticed Bob Ross on the other side of her room quietly whispering sweet nothings to his canvas. "There, happy little kitties will be running around this tree... there" He turned around and smiled to Megan, she was a bit angry at this point. Clearly her mind is trying to tell her something... maybe? There has to be a connection here somewhere. The open field, her father and the church, Bob Ross at her bedside. None of this was making sense, not like they usually did. Then the smell of salts and oils wafted through the air. Bob Ross faded into the darkness outside her field of view as she seemingly floated out into the kitchen, the aroma drawing her in. She closed her eyes once more, and when she opened it up there was someone she's never seen in her kitchen before! It was Angel, in a conservative maid outfit, cooking away at pies and savory meals to help you prepare for you week. Angel turned towards Megan and spoke. "Are you feeling any better dear? Can I make you some tea.?" It was all starting to feel warm again, just like the open field. She sat down at the table for a moment to gather her thoughts, when her archbishop father walked into the room. Megan knew it couldn't have been this normal for too long. And of course, following in toe, a perplexed Bob Ross asking her questions. And then one of her college professors, and a few of her exes. This was all too much! And on top of it all, as everyone was talking, a blaring alarm sounded. Oh.

Megan sat up in her real bed, for the first time this morning, and blinked. "You could say I'm a Dreamer..."