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A series of stories exposing, in graphic and sometimes terrifying detail, the power of the mind and its ability to control what we see and do in our dreams.
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Michael Blackett was born in England and grew up in Central and Southern Africa. His career as an engineer afforded him the opportunity to trvel extensively throughout the world. Besides Africa, he has lived in Europe, Asia and the U.S. In 2000 he made a career change and ventured into the world of writing, something he had yearned to do for many years. Michael currently resides in Crown Point, Indiana with his wife Mary.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
"Why don't you just go away and leave me alone. I have had enough of your foolish games. You are becoming boring and tedious. I have..." The face exploded into a million pieces in a roar of thunder that shook Kirsch to his marrow. A huge vortex was in its place, swirling clouds of blue, red, yellow, black, and orange fog. The noise was so intense it caused excruciating pain in Kirsch's ears. Then in a single timeless instant he was snatched off his feet and tossed in the center of the cauldron of churning boiling vapors.
He screamed but the utterance was lost even to his own ears. His mind was now becoming part of the vortex, spinning, swirling, and turning in a million directions. All he could see were flashing colors as they passed before him blending, forming one continuous mesh of light with no pause, a wall of light. He was falling through space struggling to gain some control but there was nothing to grasp. He was suspended in a fluid, a void, nothingness. Then it stopped.
As the weeks passed, David got little sleep and was taking on the appearance of the walking dead. His color was gone despite his time spent on the patio, black rings formed under his eyes and his cheeks sunk for lack of a good meal. He became totally disheveled and self-neglected. His body was a burden to him and he dreamed of shedding it for something better, but he knew this could not be. It was his dreams that allowed him to soar with the birds, to be free of the Earth and feel the power of flight.
One morning he was walking down the hall toward the patio. As he passed the full-length mirror outside the living room, he stopped suddenly, turned and faced himself. He stared for a long time, not blinking; hardly breathing until his eyes burned and his lungs ached. He hardly recognized the man starting back at him. With four weeks growth on his face, bloodshot, sunken eyes, and hair in total disarray, his skin was a sallow color and almost hung on him like an oversized coat. What had happened to him? Why did he look like this? His mind instantly snapped.
The aches and pains slowly slipped away, carried down the drain with the scalding water. She relaxed even more, soaking up the heat and feeling at peace with herself. Her mind roamed, dreaming of far away places, places she would like to go, a chance to get away from the house forever.
Suddenly a sound reached her ears. Her blood turned to ice. Even in that hot shower she felt cold as a chilling fear rushed through her. Reality snapped her back as she stood under the scalding water. What was it that had reached out and snatched her dreams away? A cold hand closed around her heart as she once more felt the fear and terror tear at her consciousness. She quickly turned the water off, opened the glass door and stepped out onto the bath mat. Standing naked and wet, she listened. Except for the occasional drip from the showerhead, Jenny heard nothing. Yet she was certain she had heard something.
Susan was awakened by an unusual sound. It was Tom. His breathing was very labored. She reached over to try to wake him and her hand fell on cold lifeless flesh. In full panic a scream erupted from her lungs. A few seconds later the door to their bedroom burst open and their oldest boy rushed into the room. He stood silhouetted against the light in the hallway.
"Mom, what's wrong? Mom, are you okay?" Tommy asked Susan, his voice nervous an strained. Susan was frantically trying to rouse Tom who was not responding at all.
"Honey, I can't wake your father. Come over here and give me a hand." She was crying, terrified of what was happening to her husband or what might happen to him. Tommy stepped up to the bed. They rolled Tom onto his back and tried to get him
warm. Suddenly an unseen force flung them both away from Tom's limp body. Tommy was thrown against his father's chest of drawers, and Susan slammed against the wall on the opposite side of the bed. Tommy was the first to recover. He struggled to his feet and went over to help his mother.
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