Olivia wanted to stand, she wanted not to be looked down at by this stranger and told about this wild place. Though everything was bizarre and whimsical, everything felt as real as the day she received her white doctors coat. Slowly recovering at a remarkably fast speed, Olivia's head buzzed and ached in a way she had never known before. She rarely had headaches but she knew that this wasn't ordinary. Letting out an exasperated sigh as she massaged her temples she listened to him as he spoke.
When he uttered the words dead she looked back up at him. Dead? Of course she wasn't dead, Olivia was right in front of him, breathing, living. The word brought a faint smile of ridiculousness on Olivia's face, along with a petrifying fear that this wasn't right. Olivia licked the edges of her lips, she tasted like salt but smelled like lavender. Ms. Hudson wasn't quite sure how this was possible, but she would ignore it for now. Olivia listened, trying to find some kind of fault in his voice. There was no way that this was all real. This had to be some kind of trick. Maybe her sisters had decided it was time for little Olivia to be on a reality TV show. Well, Olivia would not be made a fool. She was far too professional and sophisticated for this.
Olivia tried to interrupt this nice monologue that this man was giving to her, but he was so certain on getting his words out that she had no time to intervene. However, the more he spoke the more entranced that Olivia became. Her hazel eyes followed his hands as they began to play a little game in the sand. First he dug a hole and then started a little ritual. When he first approached her he looked perfectly sane, he was dressed nicely, but now she was doubting everything in front of her.
At the sight of the flame that erupted in front of her, Olivia gasped and brought her hand up to her dirty face. Olivia then shook her head. Her mind was analyzing the situation, and going over everything it ever learned about lucid dreaming. Images of articles about dreams filled her mind. Nothing mentioned this sort of experience.
"I'm sorry Mr.- Uhm... Mr. Price, but there is no way that I'm dreaming. If this were a dream I wouldn't be feeling this." She said, taking the wad of sand that he had dug up and spreading it across her arm. "Also, if I were dreaming I would just accept all of this without question." There was the Dr. Hudson that most people knew her as, questioning everything and trying to solve her problems rationally and with logic.