video/action for whoever wants to join charlie at the Shop:

[charring]

[The feed clicks on, intentionally. Charlie's hand pulls away from the device and it shows her, unusually calm and surrounded by fire. Things are on fire but nothing is actually burning.]

So...I'm sure I'm awake. I heard my alarm clock and all and things were okay for a second or two but then when I got outside...

[She turns the camera and there are extra buildings, a bit warped and twisted because everything is more nightmare-ish in her dreams and there are people running from the buildings. Faceless people. People who flicker as they go because again, this is how it goes in her dreams.]

I know this place. I don't like it.

[She's not going to say why. A man approaches, faceless as usual, a scar on the left side of his face quite visible and his hair, white and tied back and he has a gun but Charlie hardly flinches. Instead, her hand reaches out and with a flick of her wrist, he's gone in a flash.]

This is a curse, right? I have twenty-four hours of this shit to put up with? [A pause.] At least the fire isn't actually harming anything.

Comments

[candothat]

Perhaps there is a way to end the dream.

[And, with the tone of someone who is merely reciting something that he has been told several times himself:] That is unhealthy. Not sleeping will not make the causes of reoccurring nightmares go away.

[charring]

No. Extensive therapy would but who'd believe this kind of thing even happened? I'm one of a kind back home. It's not like people with abilities are just running around everywhere.

[candothat]

Perhaps you have not noticed, Charlie, but there are many people with abilities here. I think anyone in the City would believe you. [shrugs] And I would listen. I am not a therapist, but I have taken maybe classes on the subject.