Perfect Dreams

By Bakerman Books

There are those who believe that we never die. That we never really die. The old body die, yes, but we ourselves continue living, trying to reach those goals we had been striving for since forever. If that is the case, then this is how it is supposed to happen. This very same scenario might be happening under your nose right now, it might even be happening to you, and you might not even know it.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Bakerman Books
• Release date: Dec 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463838617

Bakerman Books

André started out writing stories by the dozens while still in high school. .Being an avid reader of thrillers and horror, nl. James Hadley Chase, Don Pendleton, Richard Sapir, Warren Murphy, Heinz Konsalik, Stephen King, etc...He wrote hundreds of short stories in the form of thrillers, horror, romance...and then he tried something new.He was especially fascinated by erotic stories. The kind of writing which made erotica possible was new to him and he experimented. A proper erotic story is basically a porn movie without pictures, but beautiful and thoughtful and insightful. Not easy to write, but he experimented, until it felt right.He gave his first effort to his harshest critics - his schoolmates. It was good when he saw smiles appearing on their faces, eyes blinking to make sure they are really seeing what they are seeing, as they read. They didn't criticize or make any comments, but they wanted more. This was a good sign. With his other stories, they just read a bit and then put it down and never asked for more. But now they wanted more and more and more. And they always wanted to take it home, to go read it there."Where it's quieter." They would say. But he knew why.And he felt good.Erotica is for much more than just reading.

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Perfect Dreams

Copyright © 2018 Bakerman

Published by Bakerman at Smashwords

This story and all its characters are make believe and not based on real people or real events.

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Copyright © 2018 Bakerman

Title: Perfect Dreams

Author: Bakerman 

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

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Perfect Dreams

Chapter 1

I saw Solana for the first time when I was only four years old.

As I think back on it now, I can see what an incredible adventure it was that we had. It was a never ending adventure, which I didn’t even realize was happening. Looking back, with all our encounters stitched together in one continuous line, I can now clearly see what an incredible journey it was.

Almost like a story without an end.

It is also amazing to think of it now, to try to work out what really happened. Throughout my life I always thought that maybe I would figure out what the meaning of it all was. I never could.

The only thing that I know for certain of Solana, is that I didn’t understand one bit of my encounters with her. Although, as I grew older, I sometimes thought that I understood what was happening. But later happenings would proof me wrong.

This thing with Solana was really a mystery covered in an enigma.

Like I said, it all started when I was only four years old.

We had just arrived at the camp site for another exciting summer holiday. We camped here every year since I could remember. It was my father, my mother, my uncle, my aunt and my two cousins. My cousins were older than me and I found them boring. My father and my uncle were the only adults that I could really relate to in those years. But at that moment they were not at the camp, because they went into the village to buy some supplies.

So I escaped from the rest of the family and went down to the lagoon. The lagoon was very huge and it actually went into the ocean. But at times there was a huge sand bank between the lagoon and the ocean. At that moment the lagoon was quiet with hardly a wind blowing.

It was difficult to walk at the edge of the lagoon, because the soil was wet and soft there. One could easily sink in deep if you didn’t watch your step. I always saw myself stuck there, with both my feet being sucked in by the wet soil, while evil witches approached me from all sides. That is why I was always very careful when walking there.

I walked over to the edge of the lake, where the wooden boats where pulled up onto the land. These small boats were used by the locals for fishing. They were painted in all the bright colors imaginable, red, blue, green, yellow and a strange kind of orange. I was fascinated by these little boats that were just lying there on the edge of the mighty lagoon.

As I was walking amongst the boats, inspecting them one by one and looking inside for interesting stuff I might have missed, an older boy came over to me and told me I shouldn’t be there by the boats. He said the fishermen would scold me if they found me there. He was very nice, though, and we almost immediately started talking about toy cars and forgot all about the fishermen.

Later on we found ourselves inside one of the boats and the late afternoon sun was shining hotly down on us. This was