"Dream On"

"Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books' written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for tofay
Mabye tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Dream On, Dream On
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream On, Dream On
Dream until your dream come true
Dream On, Dream On, Dream On...

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Mabye tomorrow the good Lord will take you away" Aerosmith (Dream On Aerosmith 1973)


It was dark in the halls of Wolfram and Hart. The employees had gone home hours ago leaving Wesley with his pile of books and scrolls. He rubbed his tired eyes with his left hand. The words on the pages were starting to bleed together. Wesley wished that he too could be home sleeping peacefully in his own bed. Unfortunately he had promised Angel that he would look into the blonde vampire’s resurrection.

A light knocking pulled Wesley from his research. Standing he slowly made his way to the doorway of his office.
Sitting on one of the chairs facing his secretary’s desk was Cordelia. For some reason, he wasn’t shocked to see her sitting there.

“Hey Wes. Burning the midnight oil again huh?” Cordelia smiled.

“You know if you keep this up you will miss the big picture. Maybe it’s time you took a step back and really opened your eyes."

Holding a door open for him, Cordelia ushered Wesley through. He didn’t find it strange that he was now in Angel’s office. He could see Angel sitting at his desk, the ghostly visage of the demon flashing briefly over his human features. He was holding a snow globe which rested inside the palm of his hand. Inside were miniature figurines of both the entire L.A. crew and the Sunnydale gang. Eve was standing behind Angel’s chair, whispering into his ear. The longer she whispered the longer his demon seemed to show. Looking at Eve’s face, Wesley could see that she in fact had three different faces. Depending on what she was saying, a different face would show. In the corner of Angels office there was Charles Gunn, complete with Armani suit, jogging on a treadmill.

“Gunn what on earth are you doing?” Wesley asked.

“What’s it look like Wes?” Gunn replied. “Gotta be able to keep up the pace or you’ll fall behind. If you fall behind you might miss something important.”

“Charles is right you know.” Fred said from behind Wesley.

Turning he was faced with Lorne, Dawn and Fred juggling different colored balls between the three of them.

“Of course Sweetie Pie, if you try to keep up with out help, you end up dropping all of your balls.” Lorne spoke, never taking his eyes off of the colorful spheres flying through the air.

Looking down in his hands Wesley was unsurprised to find them filled with the same balls that the others had been juggling. When Wesley tried to juggle his balls, he found that it was a lot harder than it looked. He ended up dropping them to the floor. The three balls scattered in different directions.

“Seems to me you need to figure out which way to go.” Harmony said smiling brightly.

Picking a direction, Wesley followed one ball and soon found himself face to face with Spike. He was holding the ball in his hand. It was no longer one solid color but many colors that swirled around, vanishing into each other or merging to become something different. They were standing in a softly light room. A warmth filled all the available space, giving Wesley a sense of peace and love. He felt safe and whole in this room. It was something Wesley had never experienced before.

“So many colors and no way to tell which is which.“ Spike spoke softly, his normally harsh voice filled with such longing that it made Wesley’s heart ache.

“If you don’t stop to look beneath the surface, you’ll never see what’s right in front of you.”

Following his pointed finger, Wesley peered through the mirror hanging on the wall before him. Inside he could see all of his friends inside of Wolfram and Hart. A dark insidious cloud followed each one. It seemed to be a living entity as it tried to fill their minds with false images and ideas. Strangely there was no cloud over Angel, but dark strands that seemed to connect him to the ones hovering over his friends.

“That’s the trouble with magic.” Spike said, tossing the now glass ball into the air.

“There’s always consequences.” He finished as the ball shattered on the marble floor of Wolfram and Hearts lobby.

The feeling of love and peace Wesley had felt earlier was now replaced with a numbing cold. It seeped into his bones and seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.

With a startled cry, Wesley jerked up right in his chair. Images from his dream filled his head. He‘d realized at the time that he’d fallen asleep at his desk. Rubbing his face, Wesley stood and shut off the lamp he’d had on to help him read. Quickly gathering his things, Wesley left the building. What he had experienced in his dream would continue to haunt him.