Dream Swim
Adventures in Lucid Dreaming
A million deaths, and nobody knows why. Research the mystery, and die. Alex drifts from engineering to Hollywood party nights, and the occasional meaning of life dream he doesn’t know what to do with. He certainly isn’t interested in research, until he meets Becky, a researcher.
The solstice and equinox deaths haunt Alex’s days and nights, yet Alex isn’t researching, he tells himself. Alex stumbles into a lucid dream with the monster responsible for the deaths, yet neither understand how. A black robe, red gem, and a void under his hood. The monster reveals the world forgot him.
Alex and Becky navigate lucid dreams while the rest of the world sleeps, oblivious to the next event. Spirits and demons ripple into the waking world, as love battles fear from the waking world to the dream, from the meaning of life to the astral plane.
Here are a few excerpts while the novel is prepared for publication…
Water splashes far below. Becky follows the river out into the distance, a lake or ocean, out to the horizon.
Becky checks ahead along the bridge, the next mountain grows into view. She checks behind, their previous mountain shrinks into memory. Becky steps to the edge, and another into the air.
The train rumbles forward and out of sight, while Becky spreads her arms and legs to catch the wind. She floats like a feather, as the train rumbles away.
The river swells, splashes along rocks, and ruptures into a current. Becky tightens her body into a perfect line. Her arms out in front, toes pointed behind, and submerge. Her dress blends into the blue water haze. A few bubbles point the way, as she swims deeper into the expanse and lets the current take her.
The cavern drags open, rebellious to the wind. A rock at its entrance, a tooth for the mouth, and snow upon its face. Pitch dark inside contrasts the outer white, blind void. Detective Andersen stands at its entrance unsure where refuge lies in the haze of gray.
Depth draws him in, darker, methodical steps, and black. How deep does this go? Will I hit a wall? Apprehension slows his trek, begs for abandon, but he thrusts on. Time passes, but history, erased.
Becky’s eye catches orange threads disperse upon the yellow sky. The horizon rests on the rooftop of trees. Lush foliage, as though drawn by a child. Fluffy cartoon leaves sprout thick and long. Dark brown anchors the ground. A silhouette of shrubs sprout between each tree, and scatter into the forest depth.
She looks at the water below, as small ripples betray the forest camouflage. The full moon illuminates a trail through the forest of trees back to her canoe. A paddle appears in her hand, long enough to push the water back, and swim.
Becky gains speed with each push, too much speed. The paddle’s purpose shifts from acceleration to navigation through whitewater rapids. Trees blur to her sides into an embossed green wall, as the river pulls to an opening ahead. A clear sky awaits.
Becky’s eyes open wide as the river turns, down. She glances at the moon, her path betrayed. Her canoe tilts at the waterfall crest, and free fall. Becky separates from the canoe, and half-turns in the air. She catches the moon’s smile, and goes lucid…
Becky steps to my side, as though about to encircle me. I turn to stay in front of her, and she whispers, “you can go lucid in any dream, and transform the dream into something else. You can also travel in the dream, maybe even enter the astral plane… But it’s important to be careful. Monsters are everywhere.”
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