When the Dreamer Dreamed

Beware Your Dreams

“Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream. ” ~Lao Tse

"The longer the night lasts, the more our dreams will be." ~Chinese Proverb

It all began in mid-air.

A beautiful blue day, fluffy clouds with a hint of high wispy cirrus horse-tails above them. If it weren't for the fact that I was falling through the air it would have been a nice day to be alive.

Just laying on my back, relaxed and falling to my certain end. Enjoying the ride, as it were. Wind buffeting all around as my body fell as fast as the air permitted it to move. Odd to see what my "last thoughts" would be. Always wondered about this particular ending. It's been a long time since I dreamed this way.

Turning slightly, I saw my bed coming up - a small dot in the distance. So I wrestled my hand to pick out my small handbook and the other tightly grasped my pen. Writing carefully on a new blank page: "It all began in mid-air… "

Then the bed hit.

I sat up, in a cold sweat. The room was just as normal, no hole in the roof or anything. It was night, as usual - or early morning, the clock corrected me.

Since the sheets were damp, I had no choice but to also change my drenched t-shirt. Sliding back in, I was comfortable enough for now…

(from the first chapter)

***Paranormal Indiana Jones meets the Matrix***

***A new author brings psychological magic into the fantasy genre. ***

***Hope for we who lived to see our nightmares in broad daylight. *** - - - -

Beware Your Dreams

"The longer the night lasts, the more our dreams will be." ~Chinese Proverb

It all began in mid-air.

Just laying on my back, relaxed and falling to my certain end. Enjoying the ride, as it were. Wind buffeting all around as my body fell as fast as the air permitted it to move. Odd to see what my "last thoughts" would be. Always wondered about this particular ending. It's been a long time since I dreamed this way.

Turning slightly, I saw my bed coming up - a small dot in the distance. So I wrestled my hand to pick out my small handbook and the other tightly grasped my pen. Writing carefully on a new blank page: "It all began in mid-air… "

Then the bed hit.

I sat up, in a cold sweat. The room was just as normal, no hole in the roof or anything. It was night, as usual - or early morning, the clock corrected me.

Wasn't I to know what they planned for me this time?

(From the first chapter. )

***A Paranormal Indiana Jones meets the Matrix***

© 2018 Midwest Journal Press (Rafbók): 9780557904839

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Rafbók: 3 mars 2018