Darem: The Boy Who Wanted to Choose His Own Dreams

By Paul Harry Moëd

Desperate to choose his own dreams, young Earl Meard finds himself drawn into the mysterious world of DAREM and the members of the Dream family; Mama Rose, Pops, Uncle Scribbler, a dog called Mat and many more, including a boy named John Dream who takes Earl on an exciting journey of discovery.

Swanning, Cloud Jumping, the Thought Traveller, Johns Secret Place where he is alone but never lonely Earl begins to learn the ways of the World of Dreams.

Beautifully illustrated, DAREM comes to life in a way that draws the reader into its magical world of mystery and fascinating exploits as Earl tries to understand why he has been chosen to learn the ways of DAREM.

Earls adventures with Just Unpronounceable the Keeper of the Dreams, the Story of the Grass, meeting Gramps and the gift of the Know Globe, the secrets of The Book of Life, Riding the Falls, DAREM at the Deadly Hour each a story in itself, will enthral and excite readers young and old alike transporting you all to the World of DAREM.

Two completely different styles of illustration open your mind to the unlimited visions of the World of DAREM as you see them, reading or listening to the unfolding events that bewitch and enchant you.

Join Earl and see if you too can CHOOSE YOUR OWN DREAMS.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496978059

Paul Harry Moëd

I was born in South Africa and enjoyed a happy childhood dreaming about anything and everything. I remember being able to fly, or was that a dream? I saved kittens from being drowned; I climbed trees and ran away from home on big adventures. All I can say, at the grand old age of 60, is that I have never really grown up. My eldest daughter Jessica calls me 'Paul Pan,' 'Mad Dad' and 'Dave' (it's a long story) and her younger sister Harriet calls me 'Dah' and those are all fine with me. My life has been a journey from one dream to another; becoming a pilot, racing power boats, working with children, running a hotel, an internet cafe, a sandwich bar, a tobacconist and newsagent's shop in London, a property developer, an insurance broker, an inventor and author and even an extra in a TV commercial (a long time ago!), but my greatest pleasure has been becoming a DaD to my two wonderful daughters Jessica and Harriet. I have spent so many happy hours telling them my stories and making up places and jokes and people and languages with them that I can truly say, I have been able to choose my own dream. I dedicate this book to Jessica and Harriet with all my love and with every possible hug and kiss that I own and breathe.

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The right of Paul Harry Moëd to be identified as the author of the Work and the assignee of the copyright of Sardrette (Guernsey) Limited of the illustrations contained in this Work from the assignors Emily Braham and Dave Stratton-Powell, illustrators, and to be identified as the assignee of the copyright of the image of THE DAREM ROSE contained in this Work from the assignor Christopher Castling, has been asserted by him in accordance with The Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988.

DAREM™ has been registered as a Trade Mark in the name of Sardrette (Guernsey) Ltd on the 17th June 2005 and said Trade Mark has been assigned to Paul Harry Moëd.

INTRODUCTION

Desperate to choose his own dreams, young Earl Meard finds himself drawn into the mysterious world of DAREM and the members of the Dream family; Mama Rose, Pops, Uncle Scribbler, a dog called Mat and many more, including a boy named John Dream who takes Earl on an exciting journey of discovery.

Swanning, Cloud Jumping, the Thought Traveller, John’s Secret Place where he is ‘alone but never lonely’ – Earl begins to learn the ways of the World of Dreams.

Beautifully illustrated, DAREM comes to life in a way that draws the reader into its magical world of mystery and fascinating exploits as Earl tries to understand why he has been chosen to ‘learn the ways of DAREM’.

Earl’s adventures with ‘Just Unpronounceable’ – the Keeper of the Dreams, the Story of the Grass, meeting Gramps and the gift of the Know Globe, the secrets of The Book of Life, Riding the Falls, DAREM at the Deadly Hour – each a story in itself, will enthral and excite readers young and old alike – transporting you all to the World of DAREM.

Two completely different styles of illustration open your mind to the unlimited visions of the World of DAREM as you see them, reading or listening to the unfolding events that bewitch and enchant you.

Join Earl and see if you too can CHOOSE YOUR OWN DREAMS.

Best wishes and Happy Dreaming

Paul Harry Moëd

THE BOY WHO WANTED TO CHOOSE HIS OWN DREAMS

INDEX

Chapter One: A Plan

Chapter Two: Welcome To Darem-Deram

Chapter Three: A Photographic Record

Chapter Four: Mama Rose’s Story

Chapter Five: Swanning

Chapter Six: Mama Rose Finishes Her Story

Chapter Seven: A ‘Lovely’ Surprise

Chapter Eight: Brothers In The World Of Darem

Chapter Nine: Just Unpronounceable

Chapter Ten: The Dreams Of The World

Chapter Eleven: The Book Of Life

Chapter Twelve: A Question Of Logic

Chapter Thirteen: Saved By The Grass

Chapter Fourteen: Earl Sees The Light

Chapter Fifteen: Gramps Takes A Risk

Chapter Sixteen: Thtravelling

Chapter Seventeen: A Trip To Remember

Chapter Eighteen: A Logical Answer

Chapter Nineteen: Uncle Scribbler’s Pad And Pen

Chapter Twenty: Riding The Falls

Chapter Twenty-One: Drawing The World Of Darem

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Lesson In Astronomy

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Chief Boxing Dream

Chapter Twenty-Four: Darem At The Deadly Hour

Chapter Twenty-Five: Pops Thhypnotises Earl

Chapter Twenty-Six: Thtravelling To The Source

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Darem Is Such A Beautiful Place

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Gramps Brings Sad News

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Present From Gramps

Chapter Thirty: A Cabinet To Be Proud Of

Chapter Thirty-One: Plunging Into Darkness

Chapter Thirty-Two: Au Revoir

Darëm Play Hour: A Letter to you!

The First Illustrations: From A DAREM Dreamer

ILLUSTRATIONS BY EMILY BRAHAM

DAREM - The Boy Who Wanted to Choose His Own Dreams

DAREM-DERAM

Mat Disappearing

Uncle Scribbler’s Hand

Swan laughing at Earl with No Feet

Swanning

Cloud Workshop

DAREM Walking

Stacked Pillow Dreams

Gramps in Earl’s Mind

Pad and Pen floating and the Umbrella Tree

Earl’s Joke and the Swan’s Feet

Boat Trip Down the Water Fall

The Know Globe

The Chief Boxing Dream

The Eye

Note Talking to Earl

Earl in the Thtraveler Under Water

Looking at the Source

Emily Braham - Illustrator

Emily Braham illustrated DAREM during her third year at Camberwell College of Arts, London, working towards her BA degree in Illustration.

As an artist Emily is inspired by anyone’s presence she is in proximity and involved with.

Studying illustration enables her to venture into and collaborate within different mediums and with other artists.

Emily mainly uses pen, ink and water colour throughout her work to give it an intense, sinister and fantastical feel to it. There is usually a contradicting tone or deeper meaning behind her work to communicate to the viewer.

However, Emily felt her usual style was not suitable for DAREM and so adopted a more children friendly approach.

Emily is an enthusiastic and determined individual who is intuitive, loves rising to a challenge and thrives on new experiences.

Emily has written some very interesting comments about her ideas and the motivation for her illustrations and these can be found on the DAREM website (www.darem1.org).

Emily Braham

ILLUSTRATIONS BY DAVE STRATTON-POWELL

Dreams of DAREM

DAREM-DERAM

Swan Reflections

Cloud Workshop

Pillows, Dreams, an Illusion

The Book of Life

Grass’s Story

‘Alone but never lonely’

A Rose

Umbrella Tree and the Pad and Pen

Swan’s Ballerina Legs

The Know Globe

The Eye

Under the River

Gramps’ Clock

Sun Bursting

Au Revoir - A Rose

Dave Stratton-Powell - Illustrator and Designer

I have drawn for as long as I can remember as you may have and whether you think you can draw well or not, it has been a way for you to communicate your ideas and reveal some of what is in your imagination!

I draw to communicate and stimulate the imagination and how you interpret the illustrations will be as varied as the stars in the universe!

What I saw when producing them is not important but how you choose to see them is, and if you look deep inside each you will find many stories which only you can see and tell! Always look beyond the surface, for what lies beneath only imagination can reveal?

Many secrets are hidden, some to be found and some never to be revealed - only your imagination can reveal the most secret! You may perchance upon them within a dream - but what is real and what is not is but an instance in time?

Imagination is infinite and therefore has no boundaries or borders - if you think you find one, you have not - look beyond and your story continues?

DAREM appears within all the illustrations and as you go on your journey, you will find that it is not just a name but many things - look into and around to discover what only your imagination can see?

Dave Stratton-Powell

Chris Castling - Photographer

I was a charge nurse on an Intensive Therapy Unit for many years, but decided to change my career to follow my dream in photography. After gaining qualifications from Newcastle College, I photographed mainly Social documentary/Urban decay depicting the work on the Tyne and the decline of industries in the region. This work has been exhibited locally at the Laing Gallery in Newcastle upon Tyne, South Shields Museum, and St. Mary’s Island visitors centre. I have also worked for the Port of Tyne Authority, a local architect and the Fish Quay in North Shields. Due to a serious back injury I was obliged to change direction and was drawn to the beauty of nature, growth, & renewal, a contrast to my previous work. My flower and plant photography became part of my healing and recovery process, and is now an important aspect of my life and is a continuous joy giving me great pleasure. The DAREM ROSE was part of a bouquet I bought for my partner Diane, its deep red colour, texture and form were amazing, I just had to try and capture its beauty. I hope I achieved that.

Chris Castling

You most certainly did Chris and you also got to Choose Your Own Dream

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FOREWORD

The pain was so intense I shut my eyes tight, squeezing them hard together to keep out the light, trying to stop the pain. I felt a small sting in my leg and looked down quickly, catching sight of the syringe disappearing in the doctor’s hand.

It was the brightest, whitest light I had ever seen. My eyes were closed and it was strangely distant, yet as I concentrated on identifying the source I realised that the pain had gone and I was floating like a cloud, way up high, but connected to a distant figure that might even have been me.

There was a tendril of smoke, whispy, moving in a swirling motion, seemingly anchoring me to that distant figure. I saw flashes of faces around the bed; Mom, Dad, darling Elsie, Gran, Grampa and at the end of the bed, a boy I didn’t recognise, who all the same seemed vaguely familiar.

I heard their voices calling my name but I couldn’t answer. The light was becoming stronger and brighter, changing now to rivers of green and blue, tinges of gold at its edges and a feeling of calm and peace came over me.

Suddenly the boy from the end of the bed was inside my head, like a dream. He was there but he wasn’t. I strained to hear his thoughts, jumping through space from him to me, in my mind, thoughts made of golden thread, reflected from his kind eyes, thoughts I could not hear, yet somehow heard.

Earl, it’s not time yet. Don’t worry. You are in safe hands and I will be watching over you. The pain will not come back. I am here to protect you Earl.

All of these dreamlike thoughts flew around my mind, tumbling in cascades of deep understanding and coursing through me like a river of healing. A dream so peaceful and wondrous, this was a place of peace and safety, a dream beyond any other.

I woke up in my bed, surrounded by my loving family, nurses and doctors, all whispering quietly and sadly, not yet realising that I was back, alive and awake.

I tried desperately to remember the dream, to see again the soft and gentle, glowing eyes of the boy, golden and safe, but as I tried, so it slipped further and further away into the deep recesses of my mind. I felt an emptiness, a deep loss, as the vague and distant thought slipped gently from my mind and was gone.

A tear formed and slipped wetly down my pale cheek and I cried.

But I knew with absolute certainty that somehow I would one day get my dream back.

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CHAPTER ONE   A PLAN

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For the last three nights, much to the surprise of the entire family, including Hoppy, I had gone to bed early. Not too early, mind, but at least before I was too tired. It was an enormous sacrifice, right in the middle of the holidays, but I had a plan; although tonight when Hoppy had come running up to me with the lead in his shaggy mouth, and his poor little tail going two hundred to the dozen, I nearly couldn’t carry it out. So, as a special treat, maybe Hoppy could even help me with the plan, I had let him come up to bed with me. Hoppy immediately ran up to the bed, and putting one front paw on the mattress, turned and gave a pleading little wroooof, sort of asking for permission. I had hardly got the Okay out of my mouth when, true to his name, he hopped up.

Actually, he wasn’t named for that reason at all. I’ll never forget the day Dad brought him home for me, part of an early Christmas present, he said, in June, just after my fourth birthday. Well, he couldn’t really call it a birthday present, as he’d already given me a super bike with a blue saddle and balancing wheels, and Mom said he shouldn’t spoil me, and boy, was she hopping mad. It was lucky that I thought at that moment to ask Mom if we could call him Hopping Mad - it seemed a good idea and it made her and Dad laugh until we all had tears in our eyes - and Mom agreed that I could keep him.

Within ten minutes we were all calling him Hoppy - he could hardly walk he was so young - and that’s been his name ever since.

I had a quick wash and brushed my teeth - if Mom didn’t hear the sound of the tap going she’d be up like a shot – I’d already found that out the hard way, and then, after making sure that the windows and door were properly closed, I jumped into bed. Hoppy moved over a bit to let me get comfortable, and then he snuggled up close, quite prepared to go straight to sleep. Well, that was not part of the plan at all, so I dug him in the ribs, and then, just to show him that it was a friendly dig, I stroked his ears for him. He looked as if he was going to settle down again, so I realised I’d have to do something to keep him awake.

Hoppy, I said, you’ve just got to stay awake and help me. We’re going to try and catch somebody tonight. His ears pricked up a bit when I said the magic word - catch - but he could see that I’d nothing to throw, so with a disappointed look he just turned round and went to sleep.

Oh well, with his keen hearing he’d probably wake up if someone DID come into the room, I thought, and settled down for my vigil.

I’m sure I’m right I said to myself. In fact, I decided, I’d better talk to myself, quietly though, all night, to help me stay awake.

Last night I’d fallen asleep at about two-thirty - I remember St Augustine’s striking the half hour - and I was determined not to let that happen again"

It all started, I whispered, "at the end of last term. We’d finished our exams, and there were a few days left to the term, and then we would all be off for the Summer Holidays. Six lovely, long weeks.

On the Wednesday