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details of this operation. If the guys back in Washington thought this was good enough, then it must be, she concluded. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. I should go scope this solar plant out tomorrow morning, she thought. Sam opened her eyes back up and reached for the remote. It was still too early to sleep. She watched a few television shows before drifting off. That night, like she had on many of the nights that preceded it, Sam dreamt. Only this time the dream would be more vivid, and for once, she would remember it.

Chapter 4
     
     
    Sam found that she was in the back seat of a large SUV. She looked forward to the front of the vehicle where she saw a young woman who was probably only a little older than Sam was at her current age in real life. The woman smiled back at her the way a mother normally would. In fact, this was her mother. Why would I be seeing this moment, she wondered. It was clear to her that she was fast asleep, but this was more like a memory than a dream. It was a memory she would rather have forgotten a long time ago. She knew what came next. What happened didn’t surprise her one bit, but in spite of that, the next few moments still stung in both a mental and physical way. She looked to her left, and all she could see were headlights. Then she felt the impact. She didn’t have her seat belt on, so her body was thrown around like a rag doll in the car. The whole scene played out in slow motion. She could feel the debris flying throughout the car, hear the terrified scream of her mother, and smack! A blow to her head. Upon realizing where she had landed, she glanced over to her left. There lay her mother unconscious and possibly dead. She felt helpless. Yes, this was simply a dream, and yes, this memory was from a very long time ago, but now that she was back in this moment, she couldn’t help but feel like the same desperate scared little girl that she was so many years ago. She laid her head back and stared into the night sky. She felt the familiar feeling of scratching glass in her eyes, and then the blinding and desperate sensation that can only be associated with the realization that you’re probably going to die. Blood was running into her eyes. She remembered that her head had been split open, and with all the broken bones mixed with the obvious concussion sustained, she really had been lucky to even survive the crash, but she didn’t feel lucky in that moment. A crowd had gathered at the scene. She could see the silhouettes of people and hear their voices. They were cruel, but pretending to be concerned. Instead of helping her, they seemed to only give a play by play commentary of what had happened. Although they all acted concerned, there was no one who dared to do a thing to help the situation in front of them. It sickened her to know how alone and how helpless she had been in that moment. Sam was finished with this dream. Enough was enough, and it was time to wake up. She willed herself to wake.
    The majority of people don’t even realize when they’re dreaming, and they would be completely clueless when it comes to developing a technique of how to wake themselves up, but Sam had learned how to do this from a lot of experience. As a child, she had always suffered from extremely bad nightmares, especially after the accident. She would simply try to force her eyes to open while digging her fingernails into her own hands. This had often led to many scratch marks, but it seemed to be very effective. As she felt the pain of her thumbnail digging into her first finger, she felt herself waking, slowly coming back to the real world.
    As Sam woke up, she felt nervous and sweaty. She couldn’t help but notice the tears that were running down her face. I must have been crying in my sleep, she thought. Immediately, she was ashamed. It was normal to have strong emotions about the death of your parents, but she had buried that memory, no, even the thought itself, so deep into a vault