[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/506955f12eff434c4e644016d5ff9d05/tumblr_inline_mm97qoYqfx1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]Nora might have expected swirling sand, an unknown tongue whispering words she could not fathom, the heat of the desert, and then the shining gold udjat upon her finger. She had been in Cairo for a year and a half, with that dream haunting her sleep and spiking in frequency just three nights ago. It became her only dream, but it did not repeat itself this time. If she had been lucid, it would have been quite a shock and a relief, but she never had been a lucid sleeper. 

She found herself standing on the bank of the Nile, the water strangely hot and sticky. It reminded her of cough medicines. As she took a moment to look around, the sun scorching and her entire surroundings sweltering, she noticed two familiar faces: the journalist and the diva. She tilted her head ever so slightly, before gasping from an immense and unfortunately familiar pain. Nora screamed from the pain, her eyes wide as her clothing began to become heavy, as what she thought was water wetted it. But as she looked down at her dress, it was not water. Blood crept up her clothing and for some reason, she crouched and dipped her hands in the water, coming up with a swirling pool of red. 

Nora attempted to run, but she was held in place. She was transfixed by some force she could not perceive or comprehend. The water began to rise, yet she still could not move. Not even when the water had reached her neck--it continued to rise, menacingly slowly. She had no huge fears of drowning, yet that did not mean her heart did not beat quickly with terror. The blood water overcame her mouth and she tilted her head back, desperately grabbing a final breath. 

It then overcame her nose and she could smell the blood. The liquid, hot and sticky, submerged Nora. She tried to squint her eyes to keep the blood out, but they were wide with shock, and she could see the bubbles rising around her. The blood had begun to boil. Her chest felt like it was caving in as she held her breath, her head feeling lighter and lighter by the moment. She could not continue without breath much longer. As if in a final act of desperation, she screamed weakly, the breath gone from her. Nora attempted to breathe somehow, tasting the iron of the blood, and she tried all the same not to breathe. 

There seemed to be no use, no hope. She felt herself slipping as she let go, as she ceased trying. This was how she was to die, then. Drowned in blood. She closed her eyes, not quite at peace with her fate, but powerless against it. 

Then her eyes opened suddenly and she gasped, finding she could breathe. It was not air she was breathing, rather, she was breathing crimson. Looking above, she spotted the river of blood, the once-waters of the Nile. She then turned her attention to her new location. The journalist and the diva were there once more. She tilted her head again as she regarded them, before noticing the broken seal between them. [hr]Nora gasped, sitting upright in the bed. Spot, to his credit, did not seem to startle as easily as his mistress. He jumped up and licked Nora's face, as she merely stared forward in bewilderment. Glancing down at her finger, she saw the bandage and knew that the brand remained. It would forever be a part of her, a fact that she would need to accept. She had countless more questions, and as she glanced towards the window, Nora decided to pay another visit to the Nile that day. 

If that was where all of this mysteriousness stared, perhaps there would be something else to discover...And even better yet, she was quite certain that Neema would have some notion of the meaning behind her dreams. She had not yet discussed them with the woman, but she now felt terrified to not confess everything to her. She knew nothing about this world she felt herself falling into, with reality slipping through her fingers like sand. 

Dressing in a cool [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/2d/e4/672de4e455b6fe1f3cb8fd39826f1f19.jpg]beige dress[/url], Nora slipped on some socks and then her shoes, grabbing her red cloche hat and adding it on top. She bit her lip slightly, and sniffed her shoulders. Finding that the heat she envisioned in her dream had not quite caused a great deal of sweat, she relaxed slightly more, and left her bed for the sitting room, the room the door opened into. It was perhaps early to expect Neema, yet she doubted she could sleep much longer. 

She dared not risk another dream.