The young man sat on one of the benches near the path to the dorms. An even younger woman sat beside him, though there was enough space between the pair that it was clear they were not a couple. The man had ruddy brown hair with a natural wave hanging in front of his even browner eyes, and his faintly tanned skin was sprinkled with freckles. He sat in a slouch, leaning his elbows on his thighs and letting his hands dangle between them.

"So you had the dream again," the young lady commented, watching him with pale grey eyes. Her face was neatly framed by light brown hair cut in an angled bob to just past her jaw. "Tell me how it goes again, Jareth?"

Jareth sighed and rubbed his face with one hand. There were circles under his eyes, and he looked like he'd rather be napping. "Right, well, it starts out innocuous enough. I'm walking to class, and there's people around and it's sunny. Then suddenly the sky grows clouded, and I get a bad feeling. I turn around and there's this...thing behind me. I don't even know what it looks like, just that it's bad news. So I start running." He paused, but the woman just waited patiently for him to continue. "I run toward the arts building, because that's closest, only suddenly there's nobody in sight. The doors are locked, and I can tell that thing is closing in, so I go to ESH, but the door there's locked too, so I turn around. The thing chases me lunges, or leaps, or whatever, and I lift my arms to protect myself as I turn away, expecting it to strike. Only instead, rocks burst up from the ground, and knock it away. The ground under my feet shakes. And then I wake up. Amuné, I've had this dream before, but never so often in such a short time. I can barely sleep. Do you have any idea what it means? Have you...y'know, seen anything?" Jareth dropped his voice for the last few words.

"I'm not sure," she replied, leaning back and tilting her face toward the sky. "I know is something's coming, but I can't get a clear idea of what." Amuné Ris had the gift of Sight, but it was just as often a curse. She saw things she didn't wish to, and couldn't always See what she wanted. Not to mention the times when her visions were just plain wrong. "I think...some kind of change. I've tried to get a better look but...." She spread her hands in a "what can you do?" gesture and sighed. "Sorry."  She paused, and glanced at her friend.  "Actually, you're not the only one who had an odd dream last night."

"Oh really?"  Jareth sat a little straighter, interested in hearing the story.  "What was it?  Any idea why?"
"I don't know why.  It was...strange.  Very detailed, though I've lost most of them.  I know they were there, but I can't remember them properly.  There was...a city in the water, I think, and a space station.  But there was also some calling me...and a man made entirely of flames."  She shook her head.  "I suppose everyone has a weird dream now and again, right?  I'm just so used to Seeing things that...well, it's nice to have some images that aren't visions.  I don't usually remember my dreams."