The Man In My Dream: Dreams Do Come True, #1

By Q. Johnson

The Man In My Dream is inspired by true events of psychological horror that conspired in a 26 year old girls life after a car accident. This fast paced and gripping thriller tells the gruesome story of the man who never left the girls dream after the accident--- with a twisted ending.     

• Language: English
• Publisher: Q. Johnson
• Release date: Feb 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393458623

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Table of Contents

Part I

Part II

Four Days Later

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part I

She slept so beautifully.

Her sleep resembled dark energy, enduring friction and moving beyond forces elsewhere unthought of. Like delighted views of strong entities and powerful chances. Her sleep has always been so unimaginably deep. She feels nothing while she sleeps. She hears nothing outside of her dreams.

The silence takes over, yet a story is being told. Her thoughts are not her thoughts. Her mind is not her mind. It is simply dark. But, wait! Something lurks in the shadows, but I can barely make it out. A form of some kind, nothing concrete, and then it speaks, or rather its energy speaks, commanding the darkness to open up.

It looks like a whale or another sea creature. As the waves of energy become clearer, I see a dolphin. I say see even though I don’t perceive it with my vision rather than the feeling of energy surrounding it. I can feel its rubbery and hairless skin, smell its salty glands, and hear animal-like squeaks, my brain processes all this information, allowing this energy to become visible and conceived by my own eyes.

I can see its skinny, slightly smiling beak and tiny ears behind its eyes. The dolphin swims swiftly toward me, and I can smell the strong seawater as the creature’s enthusiasm increases. The birds’ melody grows louder as the large mammal’s presence overwhelms my thoughts right until it stops next to what I believe is me. I attempt to sit on the dolphin’s back to catch a ride away from the shore, but my arm cannot reach the dolphin’s back. The majestic creature is next to me, but yet so far away.

BOOM!

A driving car comes to a stop as it crashes into a semi-truck. A storm is here, I can hear the thunder and rain falling into larger water puddles on this dark night, and I struggle to put my thoughts into some semblance of order. My arms try to move on their own accord, but they don’t seem to know how. My limbs are numb, and I cannot see anything. Everything is black. Black color, black mind, I become just black. I remember listening to music while driving and my mind comes to a complete stop at that color. It is blank.

I have just wrecked my car and I am all alone.

Are you ok? Wake up. I hear from a strange voice next to me.

My lungs try to gather precious air and both my eyes pop open as an overbearing sense of fear consumes my body.

I look at the weary man in front of me and I scream. No! Help me! Who are you?

I don’t make much sense. As I move around, my feet splash in a dirty puddle of water filled with shattered glass from my car, but I don’t stop. On the contrary, I run swiftly and as fast as I can, while drops of the pouring rain fall onto my legs and feet.

The only thing I can think about as I am running is how much it hurts. My hands become uncomfortably heavy and as I look down, I am just astonished by the amount of blood I see on my hands and legs. My heart drops and a hysterical cry escapes me. Looking down once again I can’t see the pinky on my right hand, but as I focus on it I can see it hanging from a thin piece of foreskin.

Stop running, girl, that same voice yells from behind me as it comes closer to me. But I don’t stop. I run until I feel his hands on me. He’s caught me.

I’m only trying to help you. Are you ok? He asks again. I was driving by and saw your car hitting that truck. What catches my attention is the army