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Writing Dreams
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: James DiBenedetto
ISBN-10: 1482716275
Pages: 286
Copyright: March 20, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781482716276
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
What would you do if you could see other people's dreams? Sara Barnes is about to find out...
What would you do if you could see other people's dreams? If you could watch their hidden fantasies and uncover their deepest, darkest secrets...without them ever knowing?
Sara Barnes is about to find out. She thought that all she had to worry about was final exams, Christmas shopping and deciding whether she likes the cute freshman in the next dorm who's got a crush on her.
But when she starts seeing dreams that aren't hers, she learns more than she ever wanted to know about her friends, her classmates...and a strange, terrifying man whose dreams could get Sara killed.
"Dream Student" is the thrilling first installment of the Dreams series.
Excerpt
Here I am at the psych department office. Unsurprisingly, I’m very preoccupied and I almost walk right into someone. A man in a suit, very big, very tall, with a faint scar down his left cheek. It’s impossible not to notice it. He’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t immediately place him. Did I ever have a professor who had a scar like that?
Out of nowhere, a name jumps into my head: Dr. Walters. Beth’s academic advisor until he left this year on sabbatical to write a book, if I remember right. He gave a guest lecture one class when I was taking Intro to Psychology freshman year; he’s looking at me very curiously right now. He can’t possibly remember me out of a roomful of people from one class session two years ago, can he?
Apparently not; he mumbles an apology and continues on his way. Now that I’m thinking about it, I do remember that he had a scar. I think that at the time I thought it looked dashing, or something ridiculous like that.
Anyway, I go into the office. It’s familiar territory; my work-study job freshman year was here. I recognize Ray the graduate student, buried in the Xerox machine. It seemed like that’s all he did two years ago and I see that nothing’s changed since then.
Dr. Ritter isn’t in his office, so Ray and I chitchat for a couple of minutes and I ask him to look up his office hours. While I’m waiting I see there’s someone else in the office, another student. He’s obviously waiting for something or someone and reading the newspaper. I glance at the front page, and then I look again. There’s a photo there. I grab the paper out of his hands, completely ignoring his protest, and I look closely at it.
I’ve seen her before.
No.
No. It can’t be. It’s not possible. The girl in the picture looks exactly like the girl in my dreams. It’s not possible, except that I’m seeing it with my own eyes. I start reading the story. “Seventeen year old Amelia Morgan - high school senior - found murdered - body discovered on Old Tree Road…” No, no, no.
I read it again, and the words don’t change. Of course they don’t.
No.
Yes.
I just start wailing, shouting nonsense. I’m standing in the middle of the room screaming my head off. Ray comes out to me, puts his hand on my shoulder, starts to tell me to calm down and I push him away, shove the newspaper in his face. “It’s her! It’s her! It’s her, and she’s dead!”
She’s dead, she’s dead. She’s dead and I saw it and she’s dead and – and - that’s all I know.
She’s dead and I saw it and it’s all real and - and what?
I don’t know, so I keep on screaming.
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