It was immediately apparent that something was wrong. The front of the house was a wreck now with the door and the window broken and broken furniture ...cattered around the yard."Check your wards!" I immediately ordered and could feel everyone checking to ensure that they had their strongest wards set."Let's find out what happened here! Ken, cast a Defensive Shell around the area of the house when we reach it," I ordered. On reaching the house and entering, we found Albert's Wife lying on the. I laid back and covered myself in case it was Mom. As the door opened my worst fears were realized; Mom was checking on me and looked like she was in a bad mood. I was going to fake being asleep, but figured she might sit down and wait for me to awaken, or pull the covers back to see if I had bruised anywhere. I managed to fake being sleepy and I croaked “Hi Mom,” and smiled weakly. She came over to the bed and asked, “Well, how do you feel?” with her normal abrupt chastising tone. “You look. Others dream dire warnings. They ignore the warning and fulfill the terrible prediction. These things are too powerful to ignore, but we haven't really been able to grasp the reality of it; to understand it, to shape or use it." The Masi'shen—more advanced with an immense life energy and spiritual component as essential elements of their being—they use a form of dream projection to reach out beyond themselves, to see, to communicate, to travel and learn. Problem is, the distance is limited.. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the woman in the one size too small blue scrubs apologized and jumped up to retrieve some towel like material. She was patting the stain on my blouse and apologizing again. Her fingers, though the towel, was pressing into the bottom swell of my breast and the subtle tingle I had been feeling got a lot less subtle."I don't think that stuff stains but I can't really dry it like this" she was saying as she continued to blot and press on my boob like she was completely.