Another dream.
Anna was in a field of summer flowers and tall grass. She could hear children laughing and singing somewhere in the distance. She turned her head toward the sound. It was all so vivid she could actually smell the fragrance of the petals, and feel the cool grass between her naked toes. Although she wasn’t in the habit of lucid dreaming, Anna was quite aware she was doing just that, as she heard her voice say out loud.
“This is definitely a dream.”
Looking down at her body, she was shocked to see that she was shorter than the last time she was in dreamland. Judging by the sound of her voice, a great deal younger as well. She’d read a great deal about lucid dreams and in none of the books did she even remember anyone dreaming they were a younger version of themselves. “I guess this i
“What the hell?” Anna shouted at her hand, that was now holding the annoying and persistent manuscript. “I thought Janet told me security threw this away. All right Dr. Braverman, whoever you are, you win. I’ll read your book, but not until after I finish eating this weird dinner.” Anna was very surprised how much she enjoyed the meal and added the restaurant’s app to her favorite’s list. After putting the dishes in the washer and the leftovers into the refrigerator, Anna changed into her lounging clothes and made herself comfortable on the couch with a refilled glass of wine in one hand and the manuscript in the other. She was still annoyed at the audacity of the author, but she also had to admire him for his persistence. Perhaps her curiosity was overcoming her stubbornness, Anna thought. She r
“So, you’re going to actually read the manuscript?” Elaine asked Anna while they were waiting for their waiter to bring their drink order.“It showed up on my desk again today, if you can believe that. It’s in my car. I’m going to make a genuine effort when I get home tonight, if I can stay awake that is.”When the waiter arrived with their drinks and asked if they were ready to order, the women told him to come back in a few minutes. They were in no hurry to return to the office.“Are you still having those dreams? Elaine asked.“Every night since your party. I’ve search on all kinds of dream interpretation websites, but there’s not a single mention about what I’ve been going through.” “You could be the first. I can’t wait to hear wha
Somewhere in the distance, Anna heard a woman’s voice calling her, or at least she thought she heard her name. Once she was awake enough to recognize the name, and the voice of the women who was saying it, she decided it might be best not to open her eyes at all. “Adara, you must wake up now,” the woman calling herself Vashti was pulling on Anna’s arm. “I have so much to tell you, and we have precious little time to prepare before the coronation tomorrow.” Considering she could actually feel the woman’s hand, Anna wasn’t going to take any chances that other injuries she may incur the dream may transfer to her waking life, so she went along with the woman’s request. “What coronation?” she asked. &ldqu
Anna opened her eyes, and immediately put her hand over her eyes to shield the light of the sun which was blaring through the window. Her head was throbbing and the screaming ringing of her telephone wasn’t helping. Once she felt more awake, she moved from the couch and picked up the receiver seconds before it went to voice mail. “Anna, where are you? The staff meeting starting twenty minutes ago. I’ve been covering for you, but the editors are becoming antsy. What do you want me to tell them?” “Tell them it’s a boss’s prerogative? Seriously, I’m sorry Janet, I just woke up. Just order some of those fancy pastries from the café downstairs. Sweets solve everything.” “I’ll take care of it,
“Sure, Steve. I’d love to see the game. See you on Saturday.” After hanging up the phone, Nathaniel Braverman, Ph.D., put his feet up on the desk and his hands behind his head, his mouth stretched into a huge grin. His associate Aaron Berger didn’t waste a second calling him out on his posturing pose. “Well, aren’t you proud of yourself? What did you do this time, get the Presidential Medal of Honor or something? Hate to point it out to you Nate, but I don’t think there’s any space to hang it.”Aaron pointed to the plaques, certificates of appreciation and other awards of merit that were displayed on the wall behind Nate’s desk. “Don’t be ridiculous, Aaron. That’s only for mi
Dr. Bachrach’s office looked like any other therapist’s office, not that Anna had ever been to a therapist, she certainly had read enough author’s descriptions in way too many murder mysteries that she could have furnished this one herself. The moment she opened the door, she felt silly. Having to admit to a complete stranger that she was worried weird dreams, saying it out loud sounded as crazy as sitting in a plush chair in a therapist’s office made her feel.Anna hoped that Dr. Bachrach’s techniques were more successful that other hypnotists had been, which weren’t successful at all. She had gone to parties, and seen entertainment hypnotist shows in Atlantic City, and while everyone else had succumbed easily to the main event, nothing had ever worked with her. Some people just couldn’t be hypnotized, she was told, if a subject didn’t want to be, or was too strong minded, but she was hoping if the subject was willing and she w
“Well, at least this time I have some idea of where I am.” Anna found herself sitting on the edge of a bed, not that different from the last time she’d fallen asleep. Although she knew where she was in her dream state, she had no idea when. She glanced at her attire, which appeared to be, at the very least, of the feminine style, which meant she was no longer masquerading as Adar. Just then, the two women she’s met in her first dream entered the room. “C’mon Adara, you’ll be late for the procession. The horses are all saddled and ready. Here’s your riding outfit. Hurry and get changed, everyone’s waiting.” “One second, please.
After she washed her face to rid herself of the last remnants of the dream, Anna phoned Elaine and gave her a rundown of the details of her dream, including how she knew how to ride a horse. “I know how much you hate horses, even though I’ve invited you to our ranch in Thousand Oaks many times,” Elaine said. “This is really incredible. You’re sure you’ve never seen the man who was looking for directions in your real life before?” “Absolutely. He’s not someone I’d forget. I’ll say that for sure. Of course there are tons of photographs that cross my desk of authors’ head shots with their bio and the back jacket of their book covers, but no artist drawing or publicity shot came even close to this Darius g