The Conscience of the Dreams (S1 Ep2-3)

Friday, May 17

This week went by so fast! Maybe seemed so because it has been a week of intense work and effort. However, the results began to appear and our satisfaction was visible.

With the chosen material, we start to produce the pieces. I had already outlined some of the designs, but for modelling, I needed the measurements of our models to do the pieces costume made, this way I could perfect my customization technique instead of using standard measures. We took advantage of the fact that the girls were gathered at the band rehearsal, to get what we needed. Our excuse was that "with the measures, the brand would pick better parts, pieces more suitable for each one". I know it wasn't very convincing, but Joan, with her clothing tips, kept developing the idea better and before the rehearsal started, I already had registered in the individual files, that I created, their measurements.

Back home I saw another day come to an end, but, still, before I could close my eyes to the deserved and longed rest, I had to do the homework. Joan and I agreed that on the weekends we would do the homework on Friday and with the exams season coming up we scheduled two hours for each of the following days for study sessions too, so we'd have Saturday and Sunday well planned with time available for work in the pieces without staying back in the study.

After a week we had more work done, increasing the anxiety to see the final results. Our absence in the band rehearsal of the girls started to take notice. Every free moment that Joan and I had we used it to work on the pieces. And I was worried about the lack of an open justification before our best friends. What we had was the fear of the disruption of their plans. On their generosity they would be distributed their time by so many tasks, how many were necessary, even abdicating of something so important to them, such as the band rehearsal. But neither Joan nor I wanted to overwhelm them, so we kept this an obligation of our own and in a way a leak of fun for the girls. They love fashion accessories, they love trying new clothes, makeup, hairstyles... as Joan says they love "just being a girl."

(Full Moon) Saturday, May 25

At 9 am, we were both, Joan and I, involved in the cutting and sewing. By the break of lunchtime, we had all the moulds made. We left the sewing room and took the backpacks down. We both thought that the frenzy to see the work done wouldn’t let us focus enough on the study, however, the fact that we planned, with rigor, these three hours that followed, freed us from anxiety state, allowing us to have time to prepare lunch, lunch, cleaning up the kitchen and study. Maybe the order of the events was what really smoothed our minds.

In the evening, before the goodbyes, the first pieces were getting the final forms, I think it was then that settled the reality of the scale of what we were doing. -"We are creating a collection to open the Summer Break Ball."

Rose: I can't believe we're actually doing this!

Joan: You better believe it, because we are. It's exciting, isn't it? We going to open the Ball with a fashion show, how good is this!?

Rose: Thanks for the help, Joan.

Joan: I'm going to be here tomorrow again. We're going to make it!

In my deepest wish, I hoped so, because now it's all or nothing. We have to earn the trust deposited in us.

Once again, as I fell asleep, I saw myself shining for the catwalk, with each step with such confidence. In my dream, the girls were so excited as I, radiant with their conquests. 

But this was in my dream... With the full moon in the sky, something mystical unleashed in the night. In Joan's room, while she slept, her mind was wandering to other places when she heard something, or someone whispering to her - "Remember who you are, Joan!" – She heard the whispered call for her once more, while she walked by my side on our way to the gym. When we entered the building all behind us began to disappear, appearing in front of us a huge hall. Our clothes had changed, seemed like 15th-century clothes. - "Stella" – In our direction came a few figures covered by black hoods, one of them was holding an old book that seemed to have written "Mallevs Maleficarvm". Joan knew those words and screamed, run Katarina, run! In her dream, I can't escape. I'm held by the black figures, Joan struggles to free herself and runs towards me, but it's too late... - "Rebecca" – My execution is the last picture that Joan has before she wakes up in complete shock.

Joan: Anastacia, no, NOOOO!

Carol: Joan! It's okay! It's okay! I'm here with you.

Joan: Carol, Rose... I saw... She...

Carol: It was just a bad dream. It's okay!

Carol's words, seemed to calm Joan, but she could sense that something was coming, she sensed that I was in danger. The voices, the energy that she felt, her dreams about other times with the faces of the present, she knew, were signs ... Our lives were about to change. And what the future would hold, we could never have foreseen!