'Another dream,' Eleanor thought as she lay awake in bed. She'd not bothered with covers tonight and towels lay strewn below her, drenched in sweat. The dreams had become predictable now. In her youth they had been terrifying; images of demons and angels, or death and tragedy. They were a torment. When her grandmother taught her how understand and interpret her dreams, they became far less frightening. Now she no longer dreamed of horrible things but of nature and balance and hope. No less of a jarring experience, but they were as much a part of her life as anything else. Routine was a refuge against insanity, after all.
Despite the oddity of the dream's message, Eleanor continued her morning routine as usual. Stretch, teeth, shower, hair, turn on the news, feed the cat, breakfast, review some school papers, get dressed, make-up, bag, umbrella, let the cat out, lock the door, walk to school. It was her refuge, this routine. Greeting the same people, seeing the same sights, walking the same path. It all had that wonderful solid feeling of normality.
But, of course, today was not normal. Never before had she been spoken to in her dreams. Eleanor knew the robed figure from her Grandmother's tales, and she knew that this was a sign of great and terrible things to come. Elysium rattled nervously in her pocket.
"I know, Ely. I'll be cautious, don't fret."
It was Eleanor's stance to stick to the defensive whenever her students were involved, though she had doubts whether the dream referred to the students she was teaching currently or new students yet to appear. She doubted the Goddess would approach her over grading English essays.
So her day progressed as normal. She would teach, chat, talk, research and grade as per usual, though she kept a wary eye peering through the windows for any sign of supernatural nastiness.