1. The Dreamer-Where the Dream Begins

The cool air washed over her.  Air conditioning, in her opinion, was the greatest of mankind's inventions.  She could live without a computer, cell phone, her car, and more.  But she could not live with the feel of cold air blowing across her sweat soaked skin.

"That's it, I knew they were wrong.  Activity, fresh air, and sunshine are bad for you," she spoke to the ceiling.  It didn't respond.  It was midday on Saturday in July.  One of her friends had needed help moving, which is what she had been doing all morning.  Once afternoon had begun all agreed it was to hot to work anymore.

Which is why she was spread on her bed, feeling the air move over her body.  Slowly the cold air was returning her to a state of alertness.  As she waited to cool down, her eyelids fell.

There was a door.  A wooden door with a brass knob.  There was no building and structure to go with the door.  It stood freely, flowers circling all sides of the door.  She went towards it and realized she was on a hill.  The door stood at the top.

A gust of wind carried a whisper of her name.

"Anna...Anna..." she whipped around to see who was saying her name.  There was no one, she was alone.  The wind came again and this time she knew she heard her name.  It was coming from the door.  She began to climb the hill.

She was hot and out of breath by the time she reached the door.  The sun had beat down on her body, mercilessly as she climbed.  The hill had turned into a mountain, but every time she looked back all she could see was a hill.

The door stood there.  As she approached, the voices grew.

"Anna?  Why are you talking about her?" she recognized that voice.  Julie, a friend of her boyfriend.

"She is Nick's girlfriend.  Kind of hard to talk about Nick without mentioning her," this voice belong to Michael, her boyfriend's best friend.

"I just hate her," Julie said.  Anna wondered why she was dreaming something like this.  Julie's jealousy of Anna and George was well known.  She placed a hand on the doorknob.  A golden glow spread from the doorknob and around the door.  She tried to let go, but couldn't.  The light grew and overwhelmed everything else.

When the light faded, she looked around.  Her clothes were the same sweat soaked ones she had fallen asleep in.  But she wasn't where she had fallen asleep.  She knew this living room.  It was Julie's living room.