Dreaming of a White Christmas by Kris P. Kreme
As Christmas nears, Josephine finds herself suffering the same dream over and over again each and every night, but is she really suffering?
The dream is vague, taking place she believes on Christmas morning, her face up, white raining down on her, but is this really snow? Find out when Josephine does, as her dreams might just come true in a way she never could have expected.
In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Josephine has been plagued by dreams, but she honestly can’t call them bad. They are disturbing and yet hazy upon waking each day. She can recall generally what the dreams are about but never the details, each night closer to Christmas, the images and feelings associated with the dream getting more and more vibrant and intense.
She’s generally a happy woman, married to a man with twin boys just seven years ago and having practically raised the rambunctious and sometimes fittingly nerve-wracking twins to the eighteen year old rebels they are today. Of course the dream isn’t related to her daily life, at least she doesn’t think so at first.
Each night more and more details of the same dream come out, sticking with her and plaguing her thoughts the following day. It’s Christmas, she thinks, and she knows it’s a white one by the fact snow is hitting her face. But then why is there snow if she’s almost sure the dream takes place inside? And why is the snow warm, not cold?
Every night brings the dream again, and every morning brings a progressively more and more unhinged feeling Josephine, her behavior in her sleep becoming disturbing to her, but more than that the dream itself slowly clearing and settling more in her mind until she begins to worry just when it all will stop recurring.
As the days pass, Josephine’s dreams continue, her husband clueless to just what the big deal is about an odd repeated dream, the boys too busy working on some elaborate surprise they have planned for their father on Christmas.
Ultimately, as things become stranger, as Josephine feels more and more lost in thoughts of the dream, she may just find that everything is coming to a head on Christmas morning, the time she sees herself in the dream, covered in raining warm white splashes.
Something or someone is making Josephine dream of a white Christmas, but is it the kind of white she thinks it is? Find out on the second day of Kris-mas!
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