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Leaves could be heard as they scattered around her. The wind was strong and audible as it whipped through the trees wiping bare the limbs that hung above her. For a moment she was content in her darkened exile. Then came a pulsing noise accompanied by one of the most painful headaches she could remember. The pulsing turned to a rushing noise with a loud beat accompanied, then quickly turned into multiples. With every new beat a second, then a third followed until it swallowed her senses. What was this pain?

Sitting up she quickly realized she had been sprawled across the ground. Asleep? In the middle of the woods? That made no sense. The pain in her head rose to a degree that nearly made her topple back over and she cupped her head in her hands willing it silently to just go away. What was she hearing? What was this?

"Aye! Reload your weapons!" Someone's voice rang out. Was that Scottish? Irish? Looking around her she saw no one. It was dark, and still. Too still. Where were the animals? Just then through squinted eye and orange glow could be seen towards woods' edge. Gathering her balance she pulled her coat tightly around her. The cold was getting to her now.
Cade stumbled down the pathway fighting the throbbing in her head. The voices were only growing louder at this point, and it was making her angry. She wanted it to stop, to just go away. It hurt so bad.

(It skips forward at this point. Sorry yall.)

An entire village lay burning just below her, and she could smell the iron ridden stench of blood in the air. It made her furious and her head hurt even more. Looking below her she saw the men loading their weapons. They didn't appear to be soldiers, perhaps militia. Their weapons were old though. She didn't recognize them at all. Why were they so old? Now that Cade really got a good look at everything, nothing in front of her rightly screamed the twenty-first century. Poorly made homes, ragged dress. The women were huddled with children crying and shielding their screaming children's eyes. What could only be guessed as the male villagers were lined in front of the soldiers heavily wounded, and too tired to run.

(I will leave the blood and gore out this time around, but as you can imagine the men were killed. The women were left to clean the mess, and I somehow remained undetected through all of this by the soldiers, but I did lock eyes with a child. They seemed to calm nearly instantly when they saw me. Color me confused.)

Documenting dreams was not something I was accustomed to until here recently. Something struck me as odd, like they were trying to tell me something, or maybe that my imagination was giving me ideas. Perhaps the latter seems more logical, but alas I am at an utter loss. My dreams have become more vivid with time, and gradually progressed to something I could wake up feeling. Battles, touches, nature. All of my senses are heightened instead of waking up in a dreary state.

The less sinister and otherwise generalized portions of the dreams I will put here.