Dream, Night Reader

Every morning, I wake up and open my eyes to the same familiar ceiling and the same familiar bed. Everything looks just as it always does. Time flows by in a flash: years, decades. Life repeats itself day after day, and the days and nights keep coming around again. In the long, dark night, who do we have for company besides ourselves and our family? Perhaps only our dreams.

As dreams accumulate over time, so does the desire to record them. With paper and pen, I set down my dreams here, hoping someone who happens upon this will read them, and hoping you will enjoy them.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.