Sounds everywhere, no purpose, random. Voices, a drum being beaten, over and over, chords played. Slowly the sounds turn into rhythm, a melody. They blend, meshing together, the chords, rhythm, melody, turn into...a song. The lights are bright, flash, change colors. Everything is bright. A faceless mob, out there in the dark, rioting, no cheering? No, cheering us. Us? To the right. A a figure singing, into the microphone, to the people. Behind, drums. Farther off, I hear another guitar. Another? Look down. Hands playing, knowing what to do. The others stop, but these hands continue playing. Closer to the microphone, and a mouth sings. I sing. The first few notes are met by a deafening roar from the audience.

She jolted up from her desk, her head jerking up from it’s position perched on her crossed arms. She lifted her arms to pull study guides and syllabi off of them, and stacked them with dismay.

That had been the most vivid vision she'd had in a long time, and the feeling still resonated through her body. Her fingertips felt raw. She found a notebook and started writing down the details she could recall. She wasn't totally sure why she was doing it, because she was certain she would see it again, from different angles, from different times before and after. She'd see it over and over again until she fixed whatever was broken, whatever was wrong.

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She contemplated starting to do some research, so she grabbed her phone. When she saw the time was 2:37 a.m., she groaned and threw her phone back on the table. Her only concession was putting the notebook on her nightstand before she collapsed in to her bed. Her legs ached and her throat was scratchy.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and was overwhelmed.

It was as if someone else has rolled in to her bed as well. A musky scent, tinged with peppermint and sweat. She was enveloped in the smell. It held her tightly, and let her go just as quickly.

It was tremendous, empowering, intoxicating.....

Terrifying.

She turned her lamp on next to her bed and covered her face with a pillow.