Dream Logic

By Clint Westgard

Her dreams might save them, but would they destroy her in the process?

Asleep, she dreams of a slowly dying world, where she is forever trying to find someone still alive. Awake, she is trapped in a bed and fed the drugs that will make her dream.

But what is she dreaming for? And as the distinction between her dreams and reality begins to crumble, will she be able to survive?

A science fiction story that wonders if we can ever truly know the difference between dream and reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lost Quarter Books
• Release date: Nov 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9780992131456

Clint Westgard

Clint Westgard is the author of The Shadow Men Trilogy and the science fiction epic The Sojourner Cycle, the first volume of which, The Forgotten, was published in 2015. In addition, he has published a work of historical fantasy set in colonial Peru, The Masks of Honor, and a retelling of the Minotaur legend, The Trials of the Minotaur. Clint Westgard lives in Calgary, Alberta.

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DREAM LOGIC

CLINT WESTGARD

Dream Logic

Published by Lost Quarter Books

2013

Dream Logic by Clint Westgard is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

ISBN: 978-0-9921314-5-6

Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com

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DREAM LOGIC

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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SHE AWOKE TO darkness, as always. A dim glow beneath her gradually expanded upwards, revealing her prone form lying upon a bed and the lines of tubes stretching up from where they entered her body to the ceiling above. Liquids of various colours and viscosities flowed up and down the tubes, an external circulatory system to complement her internal one. The dull ache, that seemed a general part of her condition in this place, returned, along with her awareness. It was strange to her this pain, because she could not feel any part of her body, beyond her head. The rest of it was numbed from whatever concoctions were being added to her bloodstream.

She had no recollection of ever having left this bed, though she must have. She must have come here, or been brought, the tubes attached and the drugs administered. There was a whole life beyond this room that was absent now that she was here. This place was a void whose current she could not escape.

A voice, disembodied and seeming to emanate from below, asked her what she had dreamed. She began to tell it.

EVERYONE HAD GONE away long ago. The only ones left, besides herself, were the machines and the Fallen. The world that remained continued as it had, more or less, the systems put in place functioning after a fashion, only gradually falling into disarray.