Dreamscape - The New Earth: The New Earth

By Heidi Hallifax

One day out in the park Erin displays an unusual power by levitating. Peter and Alex don’t fully understand how although they know that it must have something to do with Erin’s connection to the Dreamscape. Their worry escalates as this gets caught on camera and spreads on the internet, leading the government to take an unnerving interest in Erin as well as spiritual communities. Things start to become even stranger as ghosts, shadow-men and other dreamlike creatures appear in Edinburgh. Together with her new found friends Sky, Matt and Victor she tries to put the puzzle together before it’s too late…for all of us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716329449

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Dreamscape

The New Earth

Copyright © 2024 by Heidi Hallifax. All rights reserved.

Published by Heidi Hallifax

ISBN 9781716329449

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

FIRST PRINTING 2017

Special thanks to

Nigel Murgatroyd and Monika Liljestrand for proofreading the book. Johan Ahlberg for the beautiful artwork. My son for always teaching me new things about life. My family and friends who support me through thick and thin. My readers for coming on this journey with me. Thank you!  

I love you all! 

And thanks to the writers and online life coaches 

who inspire me! 

J.K Rowling

J.R.R Tolkien

Stephenie Meyer

Eckhart Tolle

Aaron Abke

Rachel Brathen aka Yogagirl

Abraham Hicks

Bashar (Darryl Anka)

And many more…

Special credits: Amanda Bartlett and www.historic-uk.com for information on the Edinburgh Vaults.

Innehåll

Chapter 1 - Sailing

Chapter 2 - Church

Chapter 3 - Flying Girl

Chapter 4 - YouTube

Chapter 5 - The Law of Attraction

Chapter 6 - Fan club

Chapter 7 - Sleep Paralysis

Chapter 8 - The Seminar

Chapter 9 - News Flash

Chapter 10 - The Ghosts of Edinburgh

Chapter 11 - Happy Mum

Chapter 12 - The Illusion of Dad

Chapter 13 - Government Interference

Chapter 14 - Torn

Chapter 15 - Cliffhanger

Chapter 16 - Family Gathering

Chapter 17 - Planning Ahead

Chapter 18 - The Two Earths

Chapter 19 - Erin’s Followers

Chapter 20 - The Monk

Chapter 21- Car Chase

Chapter 22 - Live Feed

Chapter 23 - Erin’s Room

Chapter 24 - Matt’s Dragon

Chapter 25 - Men in Black

Chapter 26 - The Hard Choice

Chapter 27 - The Light

About the Author

Prologue

I’m connected to mother earth, but she is of two places. I don’t know which one I belong to. I am drawn to the lighter and peaceful earth but was born into the other. The wake state and dream state as one collective catastrophe, or perhaps the awakening has begun as a new earth arises from the insanity. 

Chapter 1 - Sailing

My vision was blurry and dark. I heard a familiar voice, but it was muffled, as if speaking into a microphone with different voice effects, making it hard to hear what the person was saying. Feeling disoriented I turned my head and tried focusing on where the voice was coming from. A breeze was touching my arm in small wavy bursts. I blinked a few times and contrasts began to appear. Little by little a world before me appeared. A colourful and magnificent world. All around me there was sea, a calm and turquoise blue sea. My senses grew strong. I looked around in awe of the beauty around me. Then I heard the familiar voice again, I turned around and smiled. My daughter Erin was standing a few feet away. She was wearing a captain’s hat that was too big for her little head. My father was standing with one knee bent on the deck of the boat talking to her. They were both smiling. I could see that Erin had borrowed my dad’s hat. He was the captain of this vessel apparently. It was a fairly small sailing boat with big white sails that pulled the boat forward over the calm waters. The wind was only a whisper, but the sails seemed to have a mind of their own as they grew big as if being blown in the direction we were headed. I smiled as the sun hit my cheeks and I enjoyed the wonderful day we were having. I looked back at Erin and my dad. 

    Dad, where are we headed? I asked curiously as I realised, I had no idea where we were. 

My dad didn’t look up or seem to notice that I’d said anything. 

    Dad, I repeated. But he didn’t respond. He just kept looking lovingly at Erin. I frowned, thinking he must not have heard me. 

    Erin honey, maybe you should give granddad back his captain’s hat, unless you’re planning on being the captain, I said jokingly but Erin too, acted as if I wasn’t even there. She just kept talking to my dad. This made me feel uneasy. Something was definitely off. I took a couple of steps towards them and repeated Erin’s name out loud and a bit harshly as I was beginning to panic a little. But it was still as though I wasn’t even there. I decided to listen to what they were talking about since it seemed to be important enough to ignore me completely. 

    You know, I hear you can eat as much ice cream as you like there and never ever feel sick, dad said and winked at Erin. Erin just smiled wide, and her eyes sparkled. There was a slight sadness to them though. My dad continued. One day, when we’re both there, we’ll eat all the flavours you like, with extra toppings and sauce and everything! How does that sound?

    I love it grandpa, she said and smiled as if imagining what that would be like. Then she looked back at him, like she was remembering something she didn’t want to remember. Why can’t we both stay? She asked, her smile fading as her big blue eyes watered up. 

    Your mum and dad love you so much…do you know that? he asked gently. Erin nodded slightly. Well, you see Erin; they need you. Especially your mum. You are like a light to her, a big bright light in a world where it isn’t always easy to shine yourself. She won’t survive if you leave. And me…well, I’m the older generation. I’m quite happy to move along. And we’ll all see each other eventually. You should have your adventure here first though. My dad looked around and chuckled. You know, I always wanted to be a captain of my own boat. This sure is fitting. Is that what it was like here for you? Did your imagination come true? 

Erin nodded her head and smiled a little. 

    Yes, you can be whatever you want and do whatever you want. Things manifest quickly here…but grandad, she said, changing the subject, "the angels said that I was moving into the light, not you. You could have stayed with grandma. Don’t you want to be with grandma anymore?" She asked, looking a little troubled. My dad chuckled slightly.

    My wee beautiful Erin, your grandma was the love of my life. I loved her more than anything. He looked down slightly with a look of loss in his eyes. We will meet again; we will all meet again. But you tell grandma that I love her. You tell her I’ll still be right there, always close to her. Tell her that I’ll be in the morning light when the sun rises and in the plants that I grew for her in the garden. I’ll be in a song on the radio or in a friendly smile from a stranger. Tell her to pay attention, he said and winked at Erin. She took a big breath of air and threw her arms around her grandpa. 

    I will, she said over his shoulder. 

I felt a drop on my hand and realised that it was coming from my eyes. I was in tears, and I wasn’t quite sure why, but I knew this was goodbye somehow. The two of them were right in front of me but seemed so far away. There was a bright light just up ahead. Shapes were approaching, flying through the air. It felt like home. A loving, familiar feeling. The beings approached the boat and were looking lovingly down at Erin and my dad. 

    It is time, one said with a soft musical voice. Are you sure you want to go through with this? It has never been done before. The consequences are unknown.

My dad nodded. Aye, I’m sure. It can’t be Erin, not yet. It has to be me, he said.

    Very well, the being nodded, and then looked at Erin. Be careful, the earth plane is still dark, you will need to follow the light within. Listen to your heart. More will follow, but some will rebel. The being turned to me. I felt startled as I hadn’t realised that the being could see me. Be strong, she said as she looked right at me with nothing but love in her eyes. I felt showered with unconditional love but at the same time there was a worry that grew at the pit of my stomach. What did I have to be strong for? 

Chapter 2 - Church

As I stood by the foot of my father’s grave, I looked back at the dream I’d had the night before. I hadn’t had a dream that strong since the day Erin had returned. Back then it was as if I never really fell asleep per se, it was more as if going into a parallel universe where the reality was as vivid and real as the world in which I was standing in now seemed to be. Sometimes the thought even occurred to me that I was in fact not sure what was the real world? Maybe this was a sort of made-up world, and the dream world was the ‘real’ place. What made us humans so sure that this was it? The times in the dream world that I liked to call Dreamscape where I’d been with both Peter and Erin had felt the most real. So, what was it that determined reality? I wondered. Or did we perhaps create our very own reality. Did Peter or Erin even see things the way that I did? 

    I sat down in the cool grass, probably messing up my jeans a little but I had been standing there for some time and my legs were beginning to feel tired and cold. I had brought a thick blanket to wear over my already thick jacket. Early March could bring a very damp coldness to the air. I had begun to bring blankets and warmer clothes with me whenever I went to dad’s grave after getting a dreadful chill from sitting there once when I had felt extremely cold to the core. Peter had made me promise to take better care since then. Being there felt like therapy to me. I could sit there and talk to dad and let my mind wander. I truly felt as if he was there somehow, listening to me or at least part of him was. I would talk to him about Erin and Peter and mum, about mundane things that had happened during the week, about work, about everything. Peter understood and supported me of course but he would sometimes worry that I spent too much time there, that I wasn’t letting go, but he didn’t give me a hard time about it, he was as supportive and amazing as he always was. 

    I looked around at the church where we’d created so many wonderful memories. Mum and dad’s wedding, mine, and Peter’s wedding, and then the saddest memory - my dad’s funeral. A big part of me was still in mourning, and not just from my dad having passed away but from the whole ordeal of my daughter going missing and dealing with another family member dying. It had been the hardest time of my life, and I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to recover. 

    The dark trees that stood around the edges of the graveyard and on either side of the church, didn’t seem as magical and warm as they once had. They looked dead and empty now. In a month or so they would start coming back to life again in all of nature’s glory of spring. I closed my eyes and reminisced over our wedding day at this very spot when the oak trees had stood like kings on either side of the church with their clear bright green leaves. I remembered it well, as if I was standing there in real time. The smell of fresh wet grass had been lingering in the air as I had stood there looking up towards the church entrance eagerly waiting to be his, to be Peter’s…forever. The little romantic girl inside me who had always wanted to be a princess had taken over the show that day and I had let her! And what a day! I smiled at the memory at first, but the smile faded as I came back to the present moment, a place where my father’s body was lying in a box in the ground and his soul...well, I wasn’t sure where that part of him was. I felt that he was okay though. He had to be. I thought about the dream I’d had the night before where we had been sailing with Erin. It felt more like a memory than a dream, like that Deja-vu feeling you get sometimes. 

    A middle-aged woman in a dark long coat was walking by the church. She looked forlorn as she stopped by a grave not too far from where I was sitting. She looked my way as I smiled ever so gently her way. I had seen her here almost every time that I had visited my father’s grave. She had lost her husband to suicide. We had never talked about it, but she had given me a short version of what I believed to be a very deep-rooted issue. She blamed herself of course, as I would imagine most victims of loved ones who commit suicide would, but she seemed like such a genuine person. Most of the time we would just nod when we saw each other as a kind way of acknowledging the other without the need to be sociable. Other times we would chat briefly about everyday things. I got up and decided today was one of those days I wanted to say something; anything that might lift her spirits. I took one last look at my father’s grave as if saying goodbye for now and headed over her way. 

    Hi Stacy, I said as I walked up to her. 

    Hey Alex, she said as she looked up with her glazed-over big almond shaped eyes. She was quite pretty but because she wasn’t wearing any make-up and the fact that she looked so incredibly sad you could barely notice the beauty underneath the pain. 

    How are you, I said stupidly. Obviously, things were awful for her but to be polite I asked anyway. 

She lightly lifted her shoulders and tilted her head to the side, giving a confused body language answer to my question, but I understood all the same.  I know, stupid question, I said as I nudged her arm and winked at her. She smiled back a little. 

    I appreciate the gesture though, she answered. We turned silent for a few seconds before she continued.

    You know, sometimes I see him. Just when I’m about to fall asleep or wake up. It’s like I can just reach out and touch him, she said as she held her hand out in front of her as if he was right there, right now. But then he just disappears into thin air. She looked me right in the eyes. It’s like he’s taunting me, and it’s getting stronger. She looked away again. I don’t know, maybe I’m losing my mind. 

I put my arm around her. Trust me, you are not losing your mind. In fact, I think he might be reaching out to you, I said as I looked away beyond the church. After everything I’ve seen, it wouldn’t surprise me. 

    You really think so? She asked. I nodded my head and smiled at her before looking back towards the church. A speck of green caught my attention. 

    What are you looking at, Stacy asked as she could see that I was concentrating on something. 

    I’m not sure, I said as I started walking up towards the tree to the side of the church. Stacy followed me out of sheer curiosity. As I got closer, I saw that a part of the tree had started to bloom with bright green leaves. It was only a few leaves, but they were as if woken to life, shining as if brand new whilst the rest of the tree remained dark and lifeless. I walked up close and pointed towards it. 

    Do you see that? I asked Stacy. She looked confused. 

    Do you mean the leaves, she asked. 

    Yeah, I could have sworn they weren’t there when I got here this morning, I said as my mind was trying to work out what was going on or if maybe this was a normal thing?

    It does look a little strange. It’s as if part of the tree jumped through time and got an early dose of spring. 

    Exactly, I said as I continued to look at it. This wasn’t the first strange thing that I had seen these last few months. I had put it down to stress or depression but when I saw things manifest before my very eyes and others could see it too, it made me rethink my sanity, maybe I wasn’t the only one seeing things? 

Peter was making lunch as I walked through the door. I smelled tuna. 

    Hi honey, what are you making? I asked as I felt my stomach growl, I had skipped breakfast in the morning.  

    Hey honey, making baked potato with tuna mix. Hope you’re hungry, he said, winking at me. I couldn’t help but smile. That man knew how to sweep me right off my feet just by looking at me a certain way.  

    Starving, I replied as I heard Erin skipping into the room. 

    Hey mum, she sang and rushed to the couch to get the iPad that was lying there. 

    Erin honey, we’re eating in five minutes. No YouTube until after, Peter insisted. Erin’s face was one of a teenager. 

    But dad, she said as if being the boss of the house. Peter looked up at her and she knew the drill. There was no point in arguing. She rolled her eyes in massive body language protest and walked with a hunched back and long arms to the table to wait for lunch to be served. I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the head. 

    Love you, I said as I sat down next to her. Did you dream anything fun last night? 

 Her eyes lit up as she recalled something that must have been a good memory of a dream. She looked up at me.

    I was with the fairies. We were playing hide and seek by their home tree and then I jumped really super high, and my stomach tickled, she said as she giggled slightly. Then I woke up and two of the fairies were in my room, she continued with excitement in her eyes. I frowned, thinking she must still have been dreaming at the time. 

    They were in your room?

    Yeah, I showed them my toys and my books, and they sang because they were happy. Then dad came in and they just disappeared, and I felt angry with dad for scaring them away, she said as she looked down with a frown. 

    It’s not dad’s fault. They were probably easily frightened since they aren’t used to being here. It’s not like daddy’s a big monster now, is he? I said jokingly to her. Erin laughed. 

    No, he isn’t, she agreed. They haven’t been here before, so they got scared. They thought that daddy was a monster, she said and