Destined: Hurricane

8. Jeremiah's Dream and Hurricane's Team

Jeremiah snapped his eyes open and sat up straight, then took a look at his wrist, which didn't have a watch on it.

Seven o'clock. Just in time to be late, as usual. 

Jeremiah got dressed and got ready for whatever he needed to be ready for the day ahead of him, whatever kind of day that was. Once he was done with all of that, he dashed into the eating room, which was now next to his room, and, as soon as he saw that everyone else was there, shouted out, "I HAVE SOME NEWS!" Everyone, after many an experience, wisely turned their attention from their cinnamon rolls to him.

"Well, tell us in your own words," Heather allowed him.

"Thanks, Heather. Anyway, as it turns out -- okay, well, first, I'm a Master of Hope now."

"But weren't you always a master --" Alex began.

"Nah, nah, nah. As you can clearly hear, the M and H are capitalized now. There's a clear distinction," Jeremiah corrected.

"Huh. Showed me. Continue."

"Okay, so, I'm a Master of Hope now, I earned that by passing a little final test. But that's not the important news! The imp --"

"I just remembered my dream!" Alex suddenly said.

"But --" Jeremiah tried.

"It was like: I went into a convenience store, but it wasn't really a convenience store, it was an amusement park..." 

"That is a weird dream," Belle remarked, then was about to turn her head politely back to Jeremiah when August asked Alex, "What happened at the amusement park? Do you remember?"

"Well, I walked in, you know, and It went from inside a building to this huge, open place. Of course, there were roller coasters everywhere, and I wanted to go on them, but I was too short for all of them. As it turned out, I was actually an extremely short person. Like, three feet tall."

"That's...odd," Heather commented, then almost asked Jeremiah what was so important when Alex suddenly remembered a detail from his dream that was obviously important.

"Oh! That's right! You know how Jeremiah sometimes hovers in that 'T' position and glows like a star and it looks really awesome? Well, I think Jeremiah was the sun. Up in the sky, I could see a T-shaped shadow in the middle of it," he added.

"Alright, now can --" Jeremiah tried. 

"That reminds me of the dream I had!" Penny began, likely just to spite Jeremiah at this point. "It had Jeremiah in it, and I think he was being used as a stage light in some sort of Broadway show..."

"What about the glowing thing that I do is so important to your lives that it roots itself in your subconsciouses?" Jeremiah wondered aloud. "Anyway..." He was cut off yet again.

"Jeremiah was in my dream, too, but I'm not going to tell any of you what happened in it," Heather added.

"Same with me, actually!" Belle related.

"What? What is with you guys?" Jeremiah cried out.

"Yeah, seriously, Belle. What happened with Jeremiah that you won't tell anyone about it, huh?" Heather questioned.

"Not just Belle! What happened in your dream, Heather?" Jeremiah accused, then, knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere now, grabbed a cinnamon roll from the buffet table and sat down.

"Anyone else want to share their dreams? And by anyone else, I mean August," Jeremiah asked, taking a bite out of his roll.

"Well, thanks for asking, Jeremiah. I, in fact, do have a dream to share. I'm sure everyone will appreciate it when you hear what I have to say. And boy, do I have something to say.