She still couldn’t shake the previous night’s dream. Beads of sweat drip from her brow, over her lips and down her chin. These night sweats are more frequent, as her dreams become even more heinous. Her body can not take much more of this torture. Can it?
It’s time to get up! She hardly slept a wink last night. Well, these days she can not tell if it is a dream state or if she is awake. All she knows is she is tired. The motel key must be turned in before 11 am and it is already 10:45.
Dragging her limp body from the bed. Clothes drop immediately to the floor. Taking a cold shower to get the sleep out of her ass and it gets the body alert.
“Miss Lisa Duncan, no duerme bien? ” says the front desk receptionist of the Fiesta Inn. “Dormí muy bien, gracias. ¿Cuánto te debo?” replied Lisa. “Cuarenta y seis veinti-cinco.” After exchanging exiting pleasantries and footing the bill Lisa leaves the place as if she teleported out.
Lisa is very close to her destination. Now all she has to do is wait for Bill to drive over the boarder. She goes to the wait spot at the local truck stop. Bill arrives right on time and gives the general rules for crossing the boarder.
“Don’t speak! If its necessary, I will do all the talkin’.” “Lareda, Mexica is a dangerous place. Yar on yar own, once ya get ova.” “Ya mus meet me at da spected time… five a’clock pm. I leave no lata than five a’three.” “Otherwise, you’ll have to make it through the night on ya own, ’til I do the drop off again tomorra.”
Lisa gives the blank stare and nod as she pays the fee. She climbs into the back of the van and puts her satchel down. Everything goes dark. No more words are spoken for another 25 miles.
Doors open. Light beams in. It’s over 110 degrees in the van. Relief is outside those doors. Lisa gets out and merely walks away.
Laredo is a rugged place. Mischief that would land Americans in jail, happens down here without much reproach. As Lisa walks by the local tavern, a more than half naked woman is lying on the porch. She seemed to be unconscious, and with a needle in her arm… but breathing. There is this latent twinge inside her, but there is only so much time. Again, with teleport swiftness, Lisa is gone.
“Five rapid knocks at the door or he won’t answer.” Lisa thinks to herself. The door swings open and all you can see is a small breakfast nook and no other furniture. The place is like a shack in some old western movie. All wooden walls, grayish in appearance and the windows are all sealed and covered by newspaper.
“I see. I’m at the right place… at the right time… looking for right man… to cure my dis-ease.” She had to say it just right or the Dream Catcher would not appear. Something even more dangerous than herself would come into the light. It would be an evil fight.
“Aaahhh, za beast have come to visit me, eh?” The voice comes from every where at once. “What dream ails you… my sweet… and lovely girl?” Lisa looks around, seeking the voice, then begins, “I am alone…” she goes on to tell the long and drawn out story. It sounds more like the Revelations of Hell. These dreams are different from any story you have ever heard. These dreams also affect Lisa physically. “You see, Bawaajige Nagwaagan, I have grown a tail. It is forked. Am I… am I a demon?”
Jovial laughter filled the room as Bawaajige Nagwaagan shows himself. He has the image of a beautiful Mexicana, incredible in stature, and a slender in figure, with no breasts. He floats in like a dream. His touch is like fire as he takes a hold of Lisa’s body and caresses her waist. He starts to waltz with her around the room.
As they waltz, he says, “You see my darling, you are much more than any demon could ever hope to be!” As he laughs, you can see the fangs protrude from his mouth, just so. “You are a beast of his own making. One that he cherishes so much! You are divine. Your dreams will deliver you in time… outside… of time.” And with a quick spin… Bawaajige Nagwaagan is gone.
Lisa, to her own surprise, is suddenly back at the pick up spot waiting for Bill.