My Intimate Dream Lover

By Lorraine Gokul

“MY INTIMATE DREAM LOVER”

After an accident and three months in a coma, Jenna recovers to face the news that her fiancé is dead. Trish, her sister, takes care of Jenna who is mentally depressed and emotionally exhausted, with the hope of her getting better. However, when Jenna starts talking about a dream lover, her sister commits her to a mental institution. Is Jenna’s dream lover a figment of her imagination, or does he really exist?

A sequence of episodes will have you entangled in a story which will leave you bewildered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665595254

Lorraine Gokul

Author Lorraine Gokul, resides in South Africa and is no stranger to the glitz and glamour of camera, lights, and action. She started her modeling and acting career at the age of 12. Apart from being an actress, and casting co-coordinator, her passion for the media led her to study movie technology. Combining her entrepreneurial skills together with her creativity in writing. She has written two romance novels and is currently working on two other titles. Her novel "I NEED TO FIND ME" includes much of her personal emotions. She has achieved many objectives, including studying Early Childhood development, running her own private school, publishing poetry, assisting new writers to get published, a singer and a counselor. Her buoyancy and charisma attract people from different lifestyles, irrespective of age, gender, nationality or culture.

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Published by AuthorHouse  12/08/2021

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Inspirational

Author’s Note

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

About the Author

Other Published Books by the Author

The author of

Will love justify everything?

Does love overcome the injustices of life?

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I need to find me.

Acknowledgments

To my senior publishing consultant Jud Cure, my production supervisor Vanessa Diaz and the Authorhouse team who assisted me. It’s been a pleasure working with you guys.

Thanks to my family who assisted me with their support

To my special and dear friend, Franko Schwanitz, the amazing famous top model, karate master, actor, presenter-TV/advertising and film productions guy—managing director and title holder of Beautiful Man of The World—who has won a lot of beauty choices and model contests internationally. Who has been already distinguished several times. It is an honor to have such a dear friend with whom I share my successes. You are an inspiration not only to me but to everyone that meets you. Thank you, Franko.

Thanks to Philip Newey my copy editor for you prompt response.

Dear Lorraine, it is to be dedicated to me a special joy to you now personal words.

You are a wonderful and successful woman. I congratulate you from the whole heart on your new book. I am sure that you will be also very successful with this book. You are a very gifted artist (writer author). It is to me a quite special honor to be able to present you with my photo presence in your novel or to be able to present arms. I am glad very much about our future-oriented and successful collaboration. I wish a lot of joy and countless nice, captivating and inspiring moments every single reader of your book. Personally, I wish you for your other future of the whole heart, all luck of this world and always only the best. All your nicest dreams and also all your wishes should come true.

Love and regards from Germany/ Hannover….

Franko Schwanitz.

Inspirational

It’s not your face or body that makes you perfect, it’s your heart. There is nothing outside of yourself that enables you to become better, richer, faster, stronger, more beautiful, happier or smarter. Everything is within you and depends only on how you choose and which way you ultimately go. Your body notices everything your head says and makes you feel what your heart wants. So listen to it. Franko Schwanitz

The human mind is like a freight car guaranteed to carry a certain capacity but often running empty.

Author’s Note

I’ve come to believe that doctors are not gods. They don’t have answers for you. Everything is based on their medical perspective. They look from a medical point of view. Sometimes, they can be oblivious to the facts and stay grounded in their findings. The body has its own mechanism of healing. It is a game changer, and destiny will always have its own set of rules. From personal family experiences, I’m able to understand that being in a coma there is a fight going on for survival. I’m able to attest to this within my fiction character.

Some years ago, what seemed to be a joy ride with a friend and his new car turned into a nightmare, when a family member was involved in a car accident.

His friend, showing off his new set of wheels, accelerated on his vehicle’s last speed. The vehicle had capsized and flipped several times until it finally came to a halt upside-down. He was the backseat passenger, and by the third flip of the car he was thrown through the window.

His brother, also a passenger, was seated in the front and remained in the car until it halted. Both the driver and the front-seat passenger had minor whiplash but were otherwise uninjured.

However, the passenger that was thrown out off the car was badly injured, beyond recognition, and his entire face was swollen with his eyes sealed. He remained in a coma for six months. Doctors prepared his family for the worst. His mother refused to let him go. She pleaded with the doctors to give him more time. Doctors opined that he would have brain damage even if he survived. There was no switching the plug off. All he needed was the time his mother had bought him. I admit he looked as though he had one foot in the grave.

Finally, he came out of coma, but his face was still swollen, eyes still sealed closed. He was able to speak but a bit slurred at first. I saw his mother’s joy, just to have him awake. It never bothered her if he had brain damage. All she wanted was to have her son live. He had no therapy except for the faithful prayers of his mother. However, he remained in hospital until his eyes opened. That was a further four months. He recovered perfectly.

While watching him in that situation—he was still unable to move and in a vegetative state—I often wondered what went on in his head. This is something I thought he must have felt in his comatose state, when I visited him in hospital.

Alone

My eyes are shut tight,

yet in my silence, my surroundings are loud.

I feel—I know—I hear—I’m alone in this dark place

like a mute—I’m unable to make a noise.

I’m paralyzed … Wait, but I’m not.

I have an urge to scream aloud.

Pondering and fighting with my mind, will I be heard?

Hoping someone can hear me.

Futile as it seems, I want to let out this cry of reckoning—aware that no one will hear.

Trapped alone in my dark world of silence,

I try to give off a relentless scream.

But the noises around me are much louder.

My screams cannot be heard.

I can hear you but cannot respond.

The doctor tells you I am far gone.

Be patient with me.

Don’t listen to him.

I plan to scream.

My day will come but I will not succumb.

You’ll hear my scream when I finally overcome.

Lorraine Gokul

Introduction

Will love remain perfect bliss?

Have you ever been a victim of love and suffered the trauma of its poison? We all are victims of love. Love is a paradox in humanity. It is unleashed from the time of conception to birth. It grips our hearts from infancy to adulthood, old age to death, yet it is formidable to deny. We may think that cancer or certain illnesses are dangerous, but love is more dangerous. It’s contagious from animals to humans and, when it chooses its victims, the consequences are a lifetime of scars.

Love’s hypnosis captures you when you are just a baby. You crave affection, and when your parents fail to give you that affection, the effects are dangerous. Rejection is a damaging capsule. It trains your mind to hate and turns you into a self-centered freak or a psychotic person. This contributes to mental illness, for example: schizophrenia, anxiety, paranoia, depression, etc. Severe cases of mental disorders lead to life-threatening issues, like suicide or you becoming a psychopathic serial killer. They lead to broken relationships, low self-esteem, and lifelong suffering. All this stems from the craving for love and affection.

Moreover, if you receive love in childhood it doesn’t mean that you are free from heartache. Relationships entering your life are the root of destruction. You fall in love. The feelings are beautiful, awesome bliss. Then you find out that your perfect lover is cheating on you. The traumatic confrontation and love’s dagger show that your love is a painful experience. We all experience its bewitchment at some point in time. You may feel your parents love your siblings more than they love you, or your spouse loves their family more than they love you. The death of a special person, your parent walking out on you, abandoning you. There are plenty other reasons.

How do we beat love or terminate its poison? Can love be defeated? Humanity is subject to emotion, and its greatest is love. It has a crippling effect on you. It is good while it lasts, and the ugliest when it dies. The mind is trained to be subject to a good aura. The intangible quality is love, and it accompanies peace, calm and positive attributes. When it fails, the serious ramifications of love are the opposite: it destroys, torments, hates, rejects, and then leaves you very negative. Is there a way to conquer love? No one can eradicate love. It is a seed planted by divinity. It is shattered by humanity’s irresponsibility and craving for greater satisfaction. It precedes and surpasses all understanding, yet it’s known to harvest comfort. Will love ever be understood, or is humanity still learning how to achieve its goodness? Perhaps love was just ordered to stay with the GODS.

Chapter 1

J enna Moore felt elegant, ethereal, almost like a goddess as the creamy silk gown wrapped itself around her, flaunting her slim, curvaceous body. Taking one last look at her radiant image in the mirror, her blue eyes were content with the image that stared back at her. She walked around her boutique prancing, feeling confident that she would sweep Tim of his feet when she revealed her elegant dress that was going to be hidden under her trench coat. She hoped Tim would notice that the designer label she was wearing was her own.

Her eyes fell on the big wall clock. Damn. It’s already 7:30 p.m. Tim should have been here by now. She hadn’t expected to finish her project, or for Tim to be late. I wish it wasn’t raining so heavily, she grumbled to herself like a nagging old lady.

She pulled a trench coat off the fully stacked rack, threw it on, went outside, standing on the sidewalk, taking shelter from the heavy rain, anxiously waiting for her fiancé Tim.

The rain, with its musky smell, beat hard against the ground, causing ripples that flowed freely, washing everything around it. The water gushed loudly, forcing its way into drains.

She could barely make out Tim’s car as it pulled into the parking lot in front of her.

The swirling wind and rain hindered her movement as she raced to his car. She stepped into puddles, messing up her Pradas.

I hope this weather eases. I look a mess, Jenna grumbled irritably. Rubbing her hands together to ease the biting cold, she settled into the seat, trying to shake the wetness from her feet.

With your hair in such a mess you’re still gorgeous, and if today was our wedding day, you would still outshine any other bride. Tim kissed her cheek, before moving the car from the parking lot.

You’re just saying that to make me feel comfortable.

She switched on the dome light inside the car and took her makeup mirror from her bag. She picked at her hair, trying to untangle her wet, wind-damaged curls.

He shook his head and murmured, Have I ever lied to you before?

She smiled. No, you’re the most honest guy in the world.

Her blue eyes focused on him and then back on her makeup mirror. With her focus on her dress, she had forgotten to put on lipstick. Pouting her lips, she applied a gentle smear of lipstick.

You are naturally beautiful, sweetheart. I would be kissing that off now, Tim mocked her as she put on lipstick.

She giggled. I can leave you with lipstick smudges. If everyone looks at you they will know you belong to me.

Hmmm, I wonder what the decorator will think when she sees that in ten minutes, he said mockingly.

A frown crossed her face. Decorator? What decorator? I thought you said you were taking me to a very romantic place and to dress for the occasion.

Tim couldn’t keep the surprise he had for her a secret anymore. He thought it could have waited until later, but with the slip of his tongue he had to tell her now.

He nervously tapped on the steering wheel. Oops! I just let out a secret. He raised his eyebrows, and his forehead creased with disappointment.

Listen, mister, you better let me in on your secret.

His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel once again. We’re going to see our new house.

Her glacial blue eyes lit up. You bought us a house?

He gestured with a nod. "I wanted to surprise you before the wedding, but the decorator insisted that we see it today to plan