The Good Troll Book Two Healing Dreams

By Thomas Krantz

Tommy is home from the hospital but the dreams continue to be in the future snowflake city. Both Sara and Elsa get a little worried that Tommy is losing his mind.
This is the second book of three.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Krantz
• Release date: Apr 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370174546

Thomas Krantz

The aim of my writing is to arouse curiosity about new technologies and simultaneously view on a possible future. Perhaps it is not the future we want, but still not as bleak as in some films, such as Terminator or the like.

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The Good Troll

A possible future?

Book Two

Healing Dreams

By: Thomas Krantz

Copyright © 2016 by Thomas Krantz

English translation assisted by: Google

English editor: Charlotte Fogelquist

Chapter 11: Just like waking up from a dream

Who are you talking to? Elsa asks him.

Tommy turns his gaze away from the figure, surprised; Can you not you see that there’s a ... when he looks back at the woods, there is no one there.

What did you see? she says.

No, it was probably nothing. Tommy stares at the woods for a long time, not seeing anyone.

Elsa starts working with the big snowballs that are now buried in the newly fallen snow.

I don’t want to lift them again., Tommy tells Elsa.

Maybe we can let the snowman lie down? she replies, He can look at the stars.

Then they hear a car rolling up at the front of the house. Mum is back now. says Tommy,relieved. He wants to go back inside. The snow repulses him. He just wishes that spring would come now and melt away all this white frozen water.

Hello darling. Sara rushes forwards and hugs Tommy. Do you feel better now? she asks quietly in his ear.

Yes and no.

Tommy feels weak in his legs. I feel really tired. I keep falling asleep dreaming about the future.

A large snowflake lands on Tommy's nose. He lets go of Sara. I want to go back inside. I can’t be bothered with all this snow.

Come Elsa. says Sara, Let's go inside and cook dinner.

Mum. says Elsa when she, Sara and Tommy later eat dinner together, Dad slept on the couch when I got back from school.

I’ve been so tired after ... Tommy tries to find the correct word for stroke, the one that the doctor had used, Well, I get tired when I think a lot.

When we were at the hospital you rambled on about some strange dream with robots. Sara, looks at Tommy with troubled eyes. I was worried that ...

Did they look like this! Elsa interrupts her mother, showing them her tablet. On the screen there are several female robots. Most appear to be made out of a white shiny plastic material and the flexible parts are black.

Yes Tommy replies, quietly, Where did you get those pictures?

From Google Images. I just wrote female robot in the search bar.

Why does it look like they're naked? Sara asks, somewhat disgusted.

Type male Robot. Tommy says.

The tablet is now showing several similar male robots. Tommy points to one that looks like it wants attention. Just like that!, he exclaims. The robot points to Tommy with its index finger.

That one also looks like it's naked too. Sara muses, now with a little more interest.

But how come I can see them in my dreams? says Tommy, to no one in particular. He closes his eyes and places his hand over his face.

After dinner Elsa goes up to her room and Tommy tells Sara about his roommate at the hospital. It was Gaston who encouraged him to write a letter to Metro. He shows Sara the newspaper and as she reads it, she becomes angry and worried at the same time.

Tommy! What if there are lunatics out there who read this and turn up here with petrol and try to set fire to our house. You must think of us too, me and Elsa.

Ok. I promise that I will do this anonymously Tommy replies.

If you have to debate, do it kindly and with respect. Sara responds with the same sharp tone that her father often uses when he is serious.

Tommy reads Metro on his mobile phone and spots that Ronny has replied.

Hello Mr Atheist. Could you and I continue a private dialogue via Messenger please? In my opinion, this forum is too narrow, and I really appreciate having this conversation with you.

Best regards, Ronny.

Tommy responds;

And I appreciate that you appreciate this conversation with me. Unfortunately, I must decline. I honestly never thought that anyone would care about what I wrote. But I can recommend that you contact a Humanistic Association. They'd probably like to get involved in discussions on these issues.

Friendliest humanistic greetings.

Later that evening, Tommy looked into Elsa's room. She was sitting down, writing something on her computer.

What are you doing? he asks her with interest.

I'm writing a story. Homework.

What is it about?

Elsa begins to tell him the story about how a prince and a princess of two royal families fall in love with each other. Both their sets of parents claim that everyone in the other kingdom is evil. The princess' mother, who is a witch, turns the prince into a frog. The princess looks throughout the forest for the frog prince, but when she finds him and kisses him, he becomes a troll. He explains to her, that as a frog, he listened to the villagers when they fetched their water. He then realised that both kingdoms are in fact evil and decided to fight alongside the villagers, as a Robin Hood. Elsa called the tale A Good Troll.

What a great idea! Tommy exclaims. But where are you writing this tale? he asks, noticing that she is on the internet.

On my blog., she replies, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Then I can use any computer. I have an app on my tablet and my mobile too.

But you're only 11 years old. Are you allowed to have a blog when you're only a child?

I have a Facebook account, too she declares.

Oh, Elsa. I am worried that you will be contacted by creepy old men. You know that they sometimes pretend to be children.

You mean grooming.

Maybe that’s what it’s called, I don’t know.

Dad, I'm not stupid. Look at this.

Elsa clicks on a small profile picture she has on her blog. Tommy sees a picture of a chubby old