Charlie the Great White Horse and the Journey to Egypt
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~Chapter 8~
The Rock Quarry
Louis and Molly spent the better part of the evening sleeping under the stars in the grassy field next to the Centerville watering hole. Louis tossed, and turned inside of a very restless sleep though out the night.
Vivid images and visions of faraway lands filled his mind. There were; ugly cave trolls, a large ogre, a huge Minotaur, a fire-breathing dragon, rivers that ran with black unnatural waters, ancient pyramids, vast empty deserts, and a blistering Egyptian sun. His imagination and visions were still filling his mind day and night, and were getting worse as time passed.
In years past when he was younger, the dreams were of happier times and places, but recently the dreams were turning for the worse. They were now becoming more vibrant, and brilliant with a darker edge to them.
This began to wear on Louis.
During the night was when the dreams were all the worse. Louis just could not stop the visions however hard he tried, and this mostly brought him pain, and ridicule from his friends. They would just pick on him endlessly. Louis just knew that he was different than most of the other kids in this way because, most of his daydreams, and visions had been coming true in the last few years.
He had seen two pirate ships at the rock quarry once, in one vision, after that loss baseball game to the Logansport Tigers. Louis had dreamed about pirates and pirate ships, and low and behold, he had a run in with Red Beard the Pirate Captain and the Red Ghost ship on the Great Lake, last year. He dreamed about wild cave bears, then, Growlar appeared in his path at the North Pole. It started to occur to Louis that his visions, nightmares, and daydreams were not just that, but that these were future truths.
He was foreseeing the future.
Now while laying again in the grass at the local watering hole with Molly two more vivid dreams assaulted his mind. Louis was having one dream, about riding on a great stream train, chugging down the train tracks, heading south (which he had dreamed about before). The train was full of kids who appeared to be in a trance. It was the same Lucky 7 train that Black Jack Tilley was going to use to take Jupiter the Show Horse away, to Saint Louis last year.
Another recurring vision was that of Squint-Eye Pete laughing hysterically at him. He was trying to control, and contort Louis's mind from inside the looking glass in Miss Trumble's attic. The vision of seeing Pete alive again haunted him; did he really see that image of Pete?
Was Squint-Eye Pete still alive?
Was Squint-Eye Pete to be in his near future?
The things that Mr. Beamer was talking about yesterday still bothered poor, little Louis as well. He began to worry more than any little boy of his age should have to.