My troubled dreams kept me from sleeping well that cold, lonely, December night. Sweat wet my sheets. My hair lay wild on the pillow. My brow furrowed with fear and worry. I could not break my unconscious mind into reality. In disturbed sleep I traveled a garden of which the like is to nothing I have ever known or will ever know. Out of nothing, a man dressed in a white shirt and black pants, appeared suddenly, and stood beside my frightened self. He said to me, "You are needed to save a precious soul. A soul, that if not saved, will be corrupted and will destroy other's faith." Well, this got me confused. I was supposed to save a soul. Who was I needed by? It was too much to take in. And I said so. He laughed when I explained my thoughts. "You have great faith and will do many things." I took a deep breath. I knew I couldn't do it. I didn't have a drop of self confidence.
"I can't have that responsibility. It's just to much." The man nodded.
"Maybe you will change your mind when you see who I mean." With a wave of his hand I was transported back to the Bed & Breakfast living room. I looked around, and when my eyes caught sight of the kitchen, I gasped. Sitting next to the island was Matthew Carson. And, her back turned to me, was me! When, beside me, the man started speaking, I jumped. I was alone a minute ago, besides my other self and the Matthew Carson.
"I'm sorry to frighten you. As you can probably see we are watching time go by again." He gestured toward the other two, who were totally oblivious of us in the room.
"Can't they see us, or hear us even?" I asked the man who wouldn't give me his name. All I knew from recent discussion was that he was my guardian, whatever that meant.
"No," he said simply. "Matthew Carson is in desperate need of your help." He looked from Matthew Carson to me, then back again. There was one question that bothered me, "What injured his faith so badly?"
My 'guardian' pointed the Matthew Carson. "That's for him to tell you."
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