Deadly Dream

By Pierre Charette

We are all part of a spiritual puzzle having forgotten who we are and where we come from.

 

The planet is in danger, Gaia is leaving us, consciousness changes, fear is the weapon that destroys us, can we save the planet from human duality? It is with Nick Letendre and his friends that we will discover that reality on earth is perhaps only a dream, and that dreams are more real than we think.

 

The strange of today becomes the science of tomorrow. I am only an instrument in your quest for truth, growth and guidance.

 

— Pierre CHARETTE

• Language: English
• Publisher: Éditions Dédicaces
• Release date: Jun 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005795801

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Pierre Charette

Deadly Dream

First published by Editions Dedicaces 2021

Copyright © 2021 by Pierre Charette

Publié par les Editions Dédicaces.

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Gaia’s Consciousness is in danger and duality condemns you to suffer great fear, can we save the planet?

For you, dear Angels disguised as human beings.

Contents

Preface

1. A first Dream

2. The Murderer Dream

3. Reality

4. A Happy Ending

5. The Black Dream

6. A Year of Dreams

7. The Dream of Death

8. The Nightmare Dream

9. The Party

10. The Deadly Dream

11. Logical Brains

12. The Fifth Dimension

13. Revelation

14. Duality

15. And There Was Light

16. I Remember

17. The Reflection of the Mirror

18. Encounter of the third kind

19. Standby Ego

20. The Dance of Life

21. To be or not to be

22. The Truth is Out There

23. The Bridge of the Truth’ Swords

24. The Beginning of the End

25. The Ghost of Death

Preface

There is a proverb that says: Perception is Reality. Our perception of events in our lives becomes our reality. You will discover my perception of life through this fictional story. A story I originally wrote at the age of seventeen and completed a decade later.

I would like to dedicate this story to two professors who have had a great influence in my life:

Imelda Maleau-Brazeau, you are the Mother Teresa of my childhood. You taught me to forgive, to be tolerant. You taught me how to deal with human conflicts. Thank you for your perseverance in believing in me despite my rebellion.

Serge Renaud, you are the John Lennon of my adolescence. I know and I see today why you were there for me. You managed overnight to unlock my karmic lesson that I had to learn through meditation.

And without forgetting all of you, dear Angels disguised as human beings. The strange of today becomes the Science of tomorrow. I am only an instrument in your quest for truth, growth and guidance.

— Pierre CHARETTE

1

A first Dream

Nick was sleeping soundly when a ray of sunlight pierces the vertical blinds of his room and directed straight at his eyes, heralding the arrival of a beautiful sunny day. He is a 17-year-old young man with short black hair and brown eyes. His alarm clock rang at 6: 45 am and as usual he closed it and continued his peaceful sleep. He always programmed his alarm fifteen minutes before to warn him that he should get up soon. Nick’s mother came to wake him up at 7: 15 am and once again he was fifteen minutes late.

- Mom, don’t wake me up like that ! You just made me lose the end of my dream, Nick said, his eyes half closed and still half asleep.

- If I don’t wake you up, you’ll sleep all day. Come on, get up, you’re already late!

Nick constantly dreamed deeply, it was stronger than him. He wrote his dreams in a black notebook, because he had become fascinated with the dreams he made at night. For eleven months now, he had been registering them all and in three weeks it would be a year. He was very excited, because for him, a year was significant; it was a feat. Every night he dreamed of a story, and the dream seemed very real to him. He had never woken up one morning with any dreams in his memory. His mother kept telling him that he took his dreams too seriously.

Despite the fact that he had not had time to finish his dream, he entered what he remembered in his notebook before preparing for school. He had noticed that if he waited too long, his dream gradually dissipated, so it was necessary at all costs to immediately write down everything that he remembered. On the other hand, it often happened to him to have only a half of a dream or a few fragments, sometimes incomprehensible, but what mattered was to have a piece of a story on paper in the morning that he had fun afterwards, to tell his friends.

Nick was back in his senior year of high school. He had only three weeks of school left. Nick’s blonde, Stephanie - green eyes and curly blonde hair falling down on her shoulders-was finishing her junior year of college in nursing science. They were together for over a year now.

Nick was getting ready to go to school. He took a morning shower to wake up. Then he put on jeans with a T-shirt from the music group Pink Floyd, a touch of foam in his hair and voila! His mother always prepared breakfast for him in the morning, sometimes eggs and toasts when he got up early, but today he will have to settle for a bowl of cereal. He finished his breakfast and went to meet his best friend Christian on the corner to wait for the bus. He wore his usual Montreal Canadians cap, hiding his red hair.

- Hey, Nick, still dreaming ? Christian asked him.

- Yes, but because of my mother, I could not know the end.

- And what was it about this time ?

- Uh… There was a black car driving quietly when some young people threw eggs at the car. It stopped, it stepped back and that’s when my mom woke me up.

- What do you think happened to the young people ?

- Three mafia gorillas came out with an arsenal and shot the young people, Nick said, exaggerating his tone of voice.

The two laughed and the bus arrived. Nick sat in the back of a seat next to the window and Christian on the edge. Christian began a conversation with Maude. He had been talking to her several times lately, Nick noticed. She was sitting next to him, but in the other row. Maude was small compared to other teenagers her age. She had just dyed her hair brown and a pair of small round glasses protected her little blue eyes.

There were still a few people left to get on the bus when Nick saw young people running on the side of the street. A black car turned the corner, Nick remained frozen for a few seconds, and it suddenly reminded