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vivid, more like a memory.   The sun was peeking through the curtains so I threw the covers off, put on my robe, and headed downstairs.  It was odd that Sarah wasn’t waiting for me.  I wasn’t sure if she was already out for the day or sleeping in, so I made enough coffee for the both of us.
    I ate a bowl of cereal and then slowly sipped my coffee as I thought about the dream I had last night. Wonder how hard it would be to find this Aunt Zira? Surely not that hard, with the internet you could find anything.  The other question was did I want to?  That one I easily answered.  I knew I needed help, real help, someone who could explain why I kept seeing things when no one else could.  It was worth a try.
     
    Heading back upstairs, I moved to my desk and powered up the computer.  While I waited for it to boot up, I tried to remember everything about my dream and the ones I’ve had before.  I took a pen and a piece of paper from the drawer and made a note of everything I could remember before turning my attention back to the old computer.  Not knowing what that else to try, I typed in Zira.
    As I sat there waiting for the information to load, I kept thinking about what I would say to her, if I actually found her that is.  I couldn’t exactly say, Hey, did you know my mother?  Demon men are after me and some Adonis with a weird looking sword keeps saving me.
    Thank God, Zira wasn’t a popular name.  I got several hits but not the thousands I’d expected.  One in particular caught my attention.  Claiming to sell potions and charms, it listed a phone number with a Virginia area code with the name Zira Mayfair.   I copied the number along with about 60 others hoping one of them would be right.
    While I stared at the numbers, I decided to take a shower first and collect my courage.  I wanted to have time to think about how I would ask someone if they knew me. 
    I grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.  While undressing, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped to stare.  As I looked into my own eyes I asked, “Who are you?”  I only spent a moment wishing I could remember more before I stepped into the steaming spray.
    With all of that finished, I slowly picked up the phone and dialed the number.  The first one I tried had been disconnected.  The second time a frail sounding man simply said that Zira had passed away.  My heart sank and I prayed she wasn’t the Zira I was looking for. After calling twenty more people, I gave up for the awhile and decided to have lunch. Sarah was sitting at the bar having her own sandwich.
    “Hi honey.  What have you been up to today?”  She sounded better, genuine and of course, I knew that she was.  I liked talking to her when she was like this… just herself.  Deciding to take a chance, I told her the truth.
    “I keep having dreams about a woman and I don’t know if it’s just a dream or a memory.”  Her eyebrows rose slightly.  I knew she never expected an honest answer.  Mine were usually vague.
    “Dreams can seem real can’t they?”  Her mind drifted back to her daughter and I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had one week til’ graduation and something was changing, I was changing.  I needed to talk to someone before I lost my mind.  I had Becky, but at seventeen, she didn’t need my burdens.
    “Yes, they can.”  I hesitated.  “Sarah, can I ask you a question?”  I watched a smile spread across her face.
    “Of course you can.”
    “Why did you take me in?”  Her smile faded somewhat.
    “I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t want you to be alone.  It hasn’t worked out so great though has it?”  Wow, a truly honest answer.  I felt I could do no less.
    “Actually, it has.  You know I’m different don’t you?”  Of course, I know there’s something odd about you.
    “Honestly?”  I shook my head wanting only the truth.  She blew out a deep breath, “Yes, I know there’s something