Chapter 2 - Lucid Dreaming (1/2)

”Lady Catherine, are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice asked worriedly.

Straining to open my eyes, a hazy figure dressed in a plain brown dress straight out of those period dramas my sister Abby and I used to watch hovered over me.

”Where am I?” I croaked.

My throat was unexpectedly hoarse but even so, my voice didn't sound like it usually did when I was sick.

”You're in your bedroom, my lady.”

My bedroom? I blinked a few times before looking around. This looked nothing like my apartment. Again, it looked like something out of a period drama.

Was someone playing an elaborate joke on me? I wouldn't put it past Abby but she was attending college across the country.

So…was this just a dream then? Alright, I'd bite. My best friend in high school was really into lucid dreaming for a while and told me all about it—if you're aware you're in a dream, you can control it.

”Uh…this may be a dumb question, but where exactly is my bedroom? This house I mean...where is it?”

The woman appeared startled. It must've been a dumb question even in Dreamland.

”Why, the earldom of du Pont of course! Don't tell me the fever caused you to have amnesia?”

I latched onto that explanation in the hopes the dream lady would give me more information.

”It must have,” I said feebly, acting sick as I could even though I felt great. Better than I could remember feeling since before college, actually. Must be dream power at work.

”Please do tell me more about the earldom and my family.”

The woman looked less uneasy than before. I guess than explanation worked pretty well.

”Your father, the Earl of du Pont, is in charge of all the land from the forest at the edge of the property up to the lake on the other side. It covers about one hundred acres in total.

”Your mother, Countess du Pont, was the daughter of a viscount. You have two older brothers, Percival and Edmund, and a younger sister named Adele. Does this help, my lady?”

Not one bit, but thanks for trying. ”It does a little. Thank you…um…what's your name again?”

”Marie, my lady. I've been the nanny for this house since Percival was born.”

”Thank you, Marie. I'm actually feeling much better now so could I go outside?”

Being stuck in bed, even a fancy bed with a canopy, during a dream was too boring. I spent more than enough time in bed for real. I wanted to see if I could fly or something since I could control the outcome of this dream.