Scene II

"Bang!" I silenced my alarm clock with a slap. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. My dreams were getting more and more real every night. I don't know why I kept dreaming of a kingdom, but I knew if I didn't get up right now, I was going to be late for my first Psych. 101 class.

I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, slicked back my hair, and caked on some makeup as an after thought. I frantically searched for my backpack, just like I had every morning since I started school. You would think that after 13 years of education to keep up with my bag, but I never did see the point in making my day any easier. Finally, I retrieved my beat up, taped up monstrosity of a bag, and raced out of my dorm room in a foolish attempt at timeliness.

I ran across campus, barely making it in time to be late. When I stumbled into class, wheezing after my run, my professor (I didn't know his name because I had yet to actually read the information I had been given during freshman orientation *sigh*) dismissed me with a sigh and a derisive glare and a gesture toward the first available seat.

I settled into the most uncomfortable chair ever engineered (I think it was made so terribly in a vain attempt at keeping students awake), and the professor continued to drone on about term papers and test schedules, all the while thinking of the kingdom I kept dreaming about night after night. Why was I dreming of a place that seemed to be dying? What did these dreams mean? All I knew was that my dreams weren't just a figment of my subconscious. They were too real, too vivid for just a dream. They always seemed to follow the same pattern. I fell asleep, it started out with a queen viewing a fallen realm, and it ended with her leaving the throne room. I've had this dream every night for as long as I can remember.