The Dreamer

By Eric Overton

The Dreamer Trilogy series is based on five different styles of writing. Being a new author, I wanted to test my writing abilities by creating five creative stories. The most important is to give the readers something outside the box. Characters are fictional, but each book has its deeper-than-life written message. The Dreamer is the first book of The Dreamer Trilogy series.

In the book called The Dreamer, a teenager is able to transfer into the flesh of any human being he desires, but the consequence is greater than the gift. This is one dream the world will never awake from until the nightmares become reality. Mystery and spirituality are written in the ink of a gift and a curse. American Made is on street life and growing up in poor conditions of the ghettos, where making fatal decisions can end your life quicker than the eye can blink or will determine how long this youth will live under the blue skies by being the product that is American made. The Mirror begins with a thriller, gore, and suspense written in the darkest form of life. Bloody Mary reveals the untold truth behind the bloodstained glass made alive by a reflected soul made weary, only to seek endless revenge. The Dead Girl short story is based on the forgotten, missing, and lost girls walking the streets at night as the human vultures fly above their heads, ready to pluck their souls to death under nakedness but not so pure to bewildered dead girls in the hands of a psychopathic killer with his own underground prison. Some things are worse than death when the steel doors close from the world. The last and final short story is based on slaverybut reversed. The blacks are the slave masters, and the Caucasians are the white slaves. Two best friends will have to endure mental and physical ordeal during slavery by being human properties to black slavers, but survival might not be an option for them. After reading The Dreamer Trilogy Series, readers will witness the birth of endless ink.

Each short story has its own meaning, knowledge, and definition about existence or nonexistence of worldly life. Enter The Dreamer . . .

King Poetic is a street book, the poems are raw and 90 percent real. My book of poems deal with worldly issues. My life is filled within the pages of life. I have been through a lot in my life, so I want to share my knowledge to the entire world. This book is not like other poetry books out! Each page will open your eyes and educate as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984541321

Eric Overton

Eric Craig Overton was born in Boston, Massachusetts. At fifteen years old, he started writing countless poems about wordly life. Growing up, writing lyrics, poems, and novels became the air he breathed in without end. In 2012, Eric Craig Overton published his first book called King Poetic. King Poetic is a poetry book based on different kinds of poems about life and worldly issues. Despite being a new author, his form of writing is deep! Eric Craig Overton writes about existence and love found and lost. His inkwritten words are inspirational to readers. Its been four years since he released his first book, King Poetic. Now hes back with a book called The Dreamer Trilogy Series. The Dreamer is based on five different styles of writing in the form of a trilogy series. In the beginning, Eric Craig Overton started writing song lyrics, but later on, he decided to write short stories. Inspired by Maya Angelou, Donald Goines, Stephen King, and Alex Haley. Eric Craig Overton continues to write poems and manuscripts for unpublished books. At the time of this writing, Eric Craig Overton has nearly a thousand poems and four unreleased books. Eric Craig Overton now lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where he continues to write books and run own his independent company, Eye Writer Production. After releasing his first book, King Poetic, the author vowed to release new material until the world will notice his written words. The Dreamer Trilogy Series will be available in 2016. Readers will enter the world of a poet and novelist that uses his ink to travel forever beyond. When I write, space is like ink, pages are like planets. How could I not write the universe? (words written by Eric Craig Overton).

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Copyright © 2018 by Eric Overton.

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CONTENTS

1. The Dreamer

2. American Made

3. The Mirror

4. The Dead Girl

5. White Slaves

Acknowledgements To All My Family, Friends & Love Ones

First and foremost, I would like to thank God for believing in me when everyone else didn’t believe. my beautiful wife(Chona) love you, my homies from New Zealand, Jus Script, Troy, Queen Pin X, Kenny Ken, Dj Dj, Dobo Jackson Slim Money, Sonia, Christina, Patty my best friend, Monie, Meme, Donna Baker, Mya, Milk Man, Lori, Ms. Lynn, Fully Loaded, Eron, Zeki, Meme, Edna Walker, Janine, Troy From S.A.V, Carmen, Maggie, Jenny, Ken Ken, Buffy, Poetic, Asia, Jaz, Aunt Tina, the whole entire Overton Family, Kemp, Eye Writer Productionz, K Will, Dramatic, Teresa Brown (Free My Brother J Roc) Belaahrft, Willie Green, Antwon, Curtis, Dj Wiz, My Good Friend (Eva From Carvel Ice Cream Shop) Nick Grant For Bring Hip Hop Back From The Boro, (Rest In Peace Bubba Dog, Gin, Fee Fee, Cc, Eric Farmer, Genesis, Apokalypse, J Money, Sincere, Trap, Kain, Trap, Honorable, Ms. Almaz, Linda Gorman, Gifted, T-Rock, Donna Baker, Mya, Bo, Ty, Macky, 1208 Black St, Tim, Nate, Melly Mel, Bonehead, Horse, Red, Rags, Eron, Kode Red, Queen Pin, Jus Script, Troy, Pam, Scott Adams, Silk, Swamp, La, Poetic, Tray Kwon, Guru, Pain,(Eron Overton) Pee Wee, Sha Born Allah, (Kg) Knowledge God and his brother Red, CNN (The War Report) Album, Wu Tang Clan (Forever) Album, Nas (Illmatic) Album, Mobb Deep (The Infamous), The Gheto Boys (We Can’t Be Stopped) album, one love to all the females officers at the Jungle who showed me love, 98.5 radio station for playing underground hip hop every Friday night, The Source, Rap Pages, XXL and King Magazine for showing fine models, F.E.DS Magazine for showing the real gangsters and killers, my Russia friends Anna AND Ksenweir (The Dreamer), you murdered that photo shot, Kell, Sonia, my brothers Ricky,(RIP) Bernard, Boo, Rashad, Casey, Justin, Jared, my sister Brandi,(RIP) Kenny G, Crazy Man, my SPANISH people, Asia, Ant, Caine(man when we going link up LA&SC, DJDJ, Grace, Carmen, my grand mother (Edna Walker, Janie, Janine, A TO Z International Salon(Ms. Almaz) thanks, the real hood chef(Casey) Aunt Jackie, Ms. Jen Ballard(The Greatest)MY CUBA LINKS (Ely, Jackie, Jessica) Dre and his girl, King Poetic Readers(One Love), Eric Farmer, Jackie and her family on the hill, last be not least, all innocent people imprisoned, keep your heads up…

The Dreamer

DREAMER (NAMES)

1. Rosia (The Prostitute) Mexican/ aids affected, sexy, careless

2. Kadafi (The Hit Man) Cuban/ killer, quiet, impatience

3. Anna (Todd’s wife) Russia/ loving, sweet, trust worthy

4. Todd (Anna’s husband) Russia/careful, lost, greed

5. Mark (The Dreamer) White/ explorer, loving, affectate.

6. Edward (The Bank Robber) White/ rich, divorced, smart.

7. Christian (The Abused Child) White/ confused, fearful/

8. Matrix (The Dream Giver) African/ emotional, limitless

9. Al (The Kingpin)-Kadafi, Rosia and Todd under him/ power.

10. Mark (The Dreamer)-Anna, Todd, Rosia and Matrix

11. Anna (Eric, Todd and Christian

Main actors (Mark, Matrix, Anna)

Second actors (Todd, Edward, Christian)

Third actors (Rosia, Kadafi) Al

Location (New York City)

The year is 2018, the world itself was in a bitter chaos. Earth no longer look the same, she decayed into something from a horror movie. The wind, cold as ice picks dwelling slowly against the winter’s face. Streets, dark as hell’s fury standing at the pearly gates. As the clouds fought the sunrays, light shines into my window. The light nearly blind me but such shine awaken me from my thoughts. I rose from my bed like flowers sitting in the summer’s breeze. Spread my arms like wings on an angel’s back. The oxygen flood my lungs deeply.

I’m the dreamer. The problems of the world don’t weigh heavy on my mind, it only show me things that the mind’s eye see but don’t clearly understand from the naked eyes in your head. Human beings have a armor that you see daily, flesh. But can you imagine to be able to transfer into the body of anybody you want to be or desire to be with. All the knowledge in their head is laid out like a blueprint. Like walking into the movie and watching people lives on the big screen. Everything from their heart desire, to the wickedness of a corrupted nature you thought never existed by looking at them as they walk by you in godly created flesh on earth. No stone will be left unturn, no hidden secrets of life, no place to hide your inner most ideas. Once, I closed my eyes and sleep, your body become mines. My soul soars, I fill your body like water over the Oceanus floor. The door that I decide to open. Clearly, I take over your well being, your flesh is only clothing for me to wear.

Rarely, would I open the doors of other people lives. In the beginning, I did and unlock things that would make god vomit. If you saw a person on the streets, you will never imagine the sins they acted out in the dark. At first, I couldn’t cross over or open the doors of their lives! But after seeing who they were in real life, I changed my mind. From models, from killers, from presidents, from friends and from love ones, later on, I made up my mind to travel and discover their hellish conditions. From the genesis it was scary. Like the king in Africa who had sex with 12 year old girls that he held captive in his basement, raping them for hours and hours. Then drinking his urine in a wine glass in front of them like cold water. Or like the business woman who sleep with her own son while his father drove trucks all over the world. The ill part, he record them having sex and sold it to the black market into child porn. In person, the king and business woman appear normal. But beneath the surface, the door open and met Satan at hell’s gate. My mind wasn’t built for their life.

At first, I couldn’t but fate allow me to change my way of thinking completely. I became the dreamer.

For unlimited years, I been transferring into people bodies unknowingly. I travel across seas to the United Kingdom and other places in America. To the grounds of Africa, to the beaches far as the naked eye could see. Anytime, I want to transfer, I closed my eyes, dreamed and travel in a ghostly like state into the very body of their flesh. My knowledge, unlimited. God’s power a million time over. The doors are like gate ways to the souls of civilization but clothed in human form. Once, I unlocked the door in people’s minds, I made the decision to use their flesh but guide my own thoughts and ideas of my own choice within there bodies. In the beginning, I misused the gift by using it power for my own use. Mostly desires of money, happiness and sex with countless women by choice. The power it gave me made me godly or supernatural. I even fall in love with various women. Mostly, the ones who wouldn’t sleep with me if I was the last man on earth. My first love, a school teacher from Asia, age 25. She taught at the high school where I went to. Her beauty unmatched to my lustful eyes at the tender age of a teenager. Now, I was sexing her daily after school in the ladies restroom as the gym teacher down the hall who taught fitness classes. Five days a week, she taught history class and after class but being the dreamer, I taught her biology of the bees and birds in the flesh of another person. By looking or seeing her, you would never thought she was sexual active a lot. But in the restroom, I had her naked body pressed up against the sink, legs high, getting hammered by the gym teacher that I embodied for months once I dreamed. At day, I recorded everything to dream about her, then when I slept, I transferred into the gym teacher’s body and sexed her. I skipped school just to transfer into his body to be with her. She never knew a thing about me or never thought I knew anything about her life. I knew she liked it rough. Hair pulling, biting and licking. I discovered all her hidden thoughts. To her, I’m just a 17 year old student with blue eyes and short brown hair. Not a muscle body gym teacher with sleepy eyes and grey hair at the age of 45. But soon, I got bored! I vanished out of her life and slept with other women I wanted. Women you dreamed about. I slept with them. Movie stars, models, actress, porn stars, religious woman, female bankers and singers you name them, I been with them sexually. There never existed a day that I didn’t have what I wanted. All I had to do, close my eyes and dream the night away. The world was mines for the taking. Who wouldn’t want this powerful gift?

Yeah, I entered people lives, discovered their fears and deepest thoughts. But this is what I wanted.

Before the dreamer or blessed with gift to transfer to other people bodies, my life wasn’t nothing. I had no pot to piss in and no window to throw it out. I walked around the streets of New York life a living zombie. Both of my parents were dead. My mother went crazy and blow her brains out in broad day light when she found out my father cheated on her with her younger sister. My father drink his self to death after my mother killed herself. 6 months later he was found dead in a dark alley in Harlem, New York. I had no other relatives willing to take me into their homes. At age 15, I lost both of them so I stayed in foster homes just about all my teenage life. However, I stayed grounded in school and sports. One day, I met an old blackman sitting in the park playing chest by himself. I rarely spoke to black people. I was afraid of them at the time but this old blackman had something about him that pulled me to him. His vibe felt like a summer breeze against soft, white flesh. Slowly, I walked over to him and sat down. He looked up and smiled. Mark I been waiting on your arrival. I couldn’t believe he knew my name. Shocked he reached out his hand, don’t be afraid son. How did he know I was afraid of him I thought. Firmly, I reached out and shooked his hand. The blackman’s hand looked blacker than coal and his eyes was darker than night. His long dreadlocks hung like tree limbs across his narrow back. Checkmate he said under his breath, then he looked into my blue eyes and said Mark do you dream? Yes Sir, I do from time to time I relied. Oh, what dreams do you have mark? I said all kinds, mostly about my parents. He said, I’m sorry they passed away. I jumped up, how did you know that? He eyed me for a second I’m the Dreamer". I thought the old blackman was crazy or something. I never spoke to black people that much but this blackman knew my name, what I am I suppose to think? He knew my parents was dead. Calm down son the old man said calmly. I sat back down after he spoke. My name is Matrix, I’m from Africa. I been in New York for 20 years and been all around the world less than 30 seconds. I thought he was insane, he didn’t appear to be rich! He dress like an old man working a 9 to 5 in my vision. I laughed to myself, then he focused hard on my blue eyes, don’t mock me son. I know your inner most thoughts, to your darkest thoughts you don’t want the world to know. Like the time you stole your father’s watch and sold it on the streets for 20 dollars to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke with your friends. When he said that, I knew he wasn’t playing! Only God knew that and me.

For an entire year, I would met Matrix at the same park for his unlimited knowledge and wisdom. He spoke slowly, making sure i caught every verbal gem he throw at me. Our friendship grew stronger and stronger everytime we met. Somethings, I couldn’t understand.

Bear in mind, I was 15 years old at the time with the lost of both my parents weighing heavy on my brain. Mark don’t look so trouble, I got a gift for you today. What gift i said calmly. The gift of becoming The Dreamer. Matrix always spoke of the dreamer but I never thought nothing of it. I thought it was just knowledge he passed on to me to fill the void in my life. Can you imagine having the world in the palm of your hands, everything you ever thought of or dreamed of at your reach?. I looked confused at him after he spoke of the dreamer. What do I have to do matrix. He said dream son, dream son. He then said to me, Mark it’s a gift and a curse. The gift, to be anybody you wanted to be once you transfer to another person body. The curse, if that person died, you will be trapped in their body. Everything they felt, you feel. You must get out their body in time before they died. One more thing Mark, you must eat alot before you sleep. Some nights and days, I slept for 15 hours, dreaming away. I lost massive weight when I didn’t eat before dreamt. Still confused, Matrix said once I reveal the secret of the dreamer, I no longer had the gift, you do Mark. I laughed to myself, then I relied. Well, you just revealed the secret Matrix, I said smiling. He got up slowly from his seat where we played chest and said remember all the knowledge and wisdom I gave you Mark about the dreamer. Remember the rules, you will become godly like. Before I could shake his hand, Matrix vanished before my eyes blinked. I searched the park for hours for Matrix, no sign. Sadly, I walked to the foster home thinking about Matrix and what Matrix told me. You will become god like stayed in my head, ringing like a bell. That night, I went to bed late, around 12am, I fall a sleep… Nothing happen until I dreamed of two doorways, one to the left, one to the right. Nothing but space in between the two doors, then my mind started flashing everything I seen today, Matrix, people playing ball at the park, passing a bar, seeing a beautiful girl jogging along the side walk, cops driving by, a fight on the street. I recorded everything. Get up Mark? You been sleeping all day baby. The sound of my case worker voice, woke me out my dream. I woke up hungry and sweating from my forehead.

I couldn’t believe what happened to me, I recorded everything I saw all day, I thought about the flashes of people lives before me as I dreamed within a darken space. I felt power not known to mankind. I had the ability to be supernatural. Matrix gave me something unexplainable. A ghostly mystery to the human forms of existence before my closed naked eyes. That day, I didn’t go to school. I just took a shower, fed my hungry, dress and walked out the foster home. Before leaving, I spoke to Christian about going away forever. Christian like me, lost both of his parents, we could relate to each other stories. He never talked a lot, only listen. He been in the foster home for 2 years, no one wanted him but he had an uncle from Queens, NY who visits him every weekend. The only problem, his uncle had a real bad coke habit. If he got his act together, he could have took Christian under his wings but coke had him by the throat. Christian, tell your uncle to met me at the motel downtown! I need him to get me a room for about a month or so. Christian just looked into my blue eyes and said, be there at 11:30 am sharp and walked down the hall of the foster home. With the power I own, The Dreamer, I knew I had to leave the foster home. I needed space, or time alone to dream! Being at the foster home with 50 other poor teenagers playing, running and fighting wasn’t the place to live or dream. As I walked, I planned and plotted with each step I took. First, I need some money. Second, I needed a safe place to sleep from the cops" who would be out looking for a white teenager. The foster home would surely call them. I thought and thought for at least 2 hours. Until I seen a palish white man get into a blue ford truck with black ski mask, he was holding a AK-47 and had a big black bag strapped around his shoulders. When he drove off calmly, he didn’t see me. I watched him from across the street. Other people was outside but didn’t get the full memory I recorded. 5 minutes later, cops cars passed me, going like a hundred miles per hour. Then it hit me, how I was going get the money to leave the foster home. The blue ford belonged to Edward. I knew that truck anywhere on the planet! I used to break into it and sleep in it when my father died. It wasn’t running at the time. He lived a couple blocks from the foster home. Edward never came out much after him and his wife divored I believe. Edward a bank robbery, I laughed to myself. People who saw me laughed out loud on the streets probably thought I was crazy, I quessed. But I didn’t care. Soon I’ll be dreaming of getting rich. When the day turned to night, I found an abandon car, broke in and slept…

In the abandon car next to some run down brownstones, I began to dream. The flashes came like lightning in my darken space. The energy intense, so intense I felt the ground beneath my feet as I walked into some kind of dream like state. After walking, I came across two doors in my dreamy state of mind. Matrix told me I had to choose between the right and the left door when I entered (The Dreamer) He explained along time ago before he vanished. He also told me, never to walk into the light at the end of the hallway. Confused, turn the lock of the right door. This door displayed everything good about people. Love, caring, concern, helpful. The first mind, Matrix called it. When the right door opened I walked in with complete caution. Bear in my, I was ten at the time of The Dreamer’s gift. Words cannot explain what I saw before my eyes. Inside the door, it had four corners. Beneath my feet existed dust, the dust was kind of hot but bearable. The walls, oh my god. They was made of water on both sides. When I looked, I saw everything I recorded that day in a liquid form, I even heard voices from people coming from the watery walls. However, the second watery wall showed choas, those same people dying, stealing, cheating and killing. This was the second mind. After walking through the long watery walls I stopped and looked up and seen a heavenly ceiling. The clouds and sun gathered together but millions a miles apart. I can’t tell you how I felt. Words are not enough. Only dead people seen this I thought. Searching the watery walls I found Edward sitting on his