Interlude One: Dreaming
Xander knew he was dreaming, knew that it was a Slayer Dream at that. He was standing in the street looking up at the house that he figured belonged to the Sisters. Then he was somewhere else, watching as Cole talked to petite black woman. She had dimples and was draped in a red shawl. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he could feel the evil rolling off the woman. She had that manipulator’s gleam going in her eyes, too. In her hands was a box that was seriously giving him the wig. Then, she opened the box and a swarm of black came out and went into Cole. Off to the side, the Cheese Man was juggling mozzarella balls.
Xander woke up just after the Cheese Man caught all the balls of cheese and they molded into something…Other which he silently offered to Xander. Xander groaned, rolling over to reach for his Dreaming journal. He’d only been here a day and the shit was already starting to hit the fan. He was betting that the closer the trouble came, the more likely he was to get surround sound for the dream too. The whole spell to combine essences, then to call the Potentials, had left him with Slayer Dreams. Giles got the familiarity with weapons and Willow got demon radar but he got nights of interrupted sleep with cryptic messages. Watching Buffy curse that one dude out in Sumerian had been funny, though. All the more funny because Adam could understand what she was saying.