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    Dreamality
    Dreamality
    Dreamality
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    Dreamality

    By Christopher Setterlund

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    Dreamality centers around a man whose vivid nightmares begin to affect his daily life. The nightmares begin after his breakup with his girlfriend, and grow in intensity along with his stress at work. With the help of a psychiatrist the man is able to develop lucid dreaming skills allowing him to pull details from his dreams. The question is does he really want to know what it all means?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristopher Setterlund
    Release dateNov 20, 2009
    ISBN9781102468363
    Dreamality
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    Christopher Setterlund

    My name is Christopher Setterlund and I was born and raised on Cape Cod. Being the oldest of five siblings, and coming from a large family mixed of many different nationalities, I enjoyed hearing the stories my elder relatives would tell. I was a born storyteller from the time I was eight years old and writing tales of adventures that my friends and I would take. As time went on my passion changed to film and producing, even going to college with the intention of becoming a film director. Still, throughout all of my time making my own home movies with my friends it was the stories that I enjoyed creating the most. Nothing is better for me than creating your own world or characters and bringing them to life.After losing interest in directing I spent much of my twenties writing poetry that described my world and emotions surrounding it, it was quite a growing experience to be able to open my heart but also do it in a concise and interesting way. Eventually I wanted to try my hand at taking the chains off of my mind and creating a full-length story complete with many interesting characters and a great plot. Second Coming was that story and since then I have never looked back.My biggest hope for all of you that choose to read my books is that you will be able to lose yourself in the world I create; sights, sounds, and emotions. Much the same as I did with my poetry I do not limit myself in one specific genre of writing; I want my words to reach as many people as possible and realize that different people like different types of stories. I believe that there is something for everyone in my collection, and if there is not keep checking back because I have many more books to come in the coming months and years. Thank you for taking a chance on my books, you will not be disappointed.

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      Dreamality - Christopher Setterlund

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      That shrill beeping. The once terrible sound of my alarm clock going off had now become my saving grace. Five straight nights; for five straight nights I'd had the same haunting dream. I had always had nightmares growing up, doesn't everyone? But this was different. I wasn't being chased, or shot at, or eaten by zombies; in fact in this nightmare nothing was physically happening to me. It was the feeling of paralysis, of helplessness that scared me most. I wasn't seeing or hearing terrible things; it seemed that in this nightmare all of my senses were dulled. Sights were blurred, noises were muffled, all I could take from my nightmare was the heaviness. I felt a heaviness holding me down wherever I was; that was the feeling which caused the cold sweats in the morning sunlight.

      What did it mean? Why was I seeing the same thing night after night? It was times like these that I wished I had one of those dream interpretation books, maybe I was subconsciously telling myself something. I sat up in bed for what seemed like forever, staring at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to pull one more fresh image from my mind, something that would tie all of these loose ends together. Directly to my right was the only window in my bedroom, with the shade down only faint trickles of light were allowed in. I dared not open the shade for fear that I might lose any memory of this most recent nightmare.

      Slowly I rose from my queen-sized bed upon realizing that it was already after 7:00am leaving me less than an hour to get ready for work. After adjusting my black boxer briefs I tried my best to get ready for work but I was distracted. I guess after five straight nights it was getting more difficult to just forget about it. I was able to pull myself together long enough to wedge myself into my cramped bathroom and brush my teeth and hair. The coffee maker was too slow for my liking and I ended up pouring a cup of steaming hot java while it was still percolating. The flow of coffee sizzled on the hot plate and subsequently streamed onto the counter and the linoleum of the kitchen floor. I was in such a haze from my nightmare that all I could manage to do was unplug the coffee maker and drop a yellow rag onto the puddle of coffee on the floor. I grabbed my black leather briefcase while I struggled to tighten my tie. It was a disastrous scene being so discombobulated I was surprised I was able to turn a doorknob. Once the front door was shut and locked I stumbled my way across the grass, completely ignoring the white sea-shell walkway I had spent so much time creating. I managed to get into my Chevy Blazer but once I closed my door and the silence fell my mind went racing back to what little I could remember about last night.

      All I kept seeing was a bright blur that hurt my eyes along with muffled sounds as if someone was speaking into a towel; none of it made any sense. I rested my head on the cold steering wheel and closed my eyes. Time must have passed quickly because the next thing I knew my neighbor, Jim Jones, was giving a concerned tap at my window. He was a middle-aged man but in great shape, tanned, but with white hair. He told me that he had been up early mowing his lawn and noticed me getting into the car. When he finished the lawn and saw my car still in the driveway he figured he'd come see if everything was all right. Jim was a very thoughtful neighbor, he and his wife Lorraine often baked me desserts. They treated me like I was their own child. I tried my best to steady my head which felt like it was made of lead. It was bobbing from side to side. I rolled down my window and thanked him for waking me.

      Thanks, Mr. Jones, I muttered, I was out late last night and I guess I am trying to steal as many Z’s as possible. I smiled but that didn’t take the concerned look from Jim Jones’ face.

      Alright, Al, he replied, me and Lorraine have just been concerned about you this past week. You seem different since Erin left. Not being able to focus very well I brushed off his comments.

      Well, I am running late. Don’t want to keep the boss waiting. I started up my engine which roared loudly and echoed throughout the suburban neighborhood. I backed out of my cracked concrete driveway leaving Jim Jones waving as he went back to his yard. I shook off the visions of my nightmare as well as the sleepiness that was holding me and crept off to work at a very slow, deliberate pace. Luckily for me the insurance company where I worked was only a twenty minute commute and required no highway travel; in my condition I’d be risking many lives on the highway. On the other side of town lay Horace & Horace Insurance, my job for the past three years. The building was quite impressive and stood out from the other neighboring office building; it was that impressive stature that led me to believe that this was the place for me. I slunk into the parking lot as best I could with a loud SUV and parked in the last row of the parking lot.

      I had arrived only fifteen minutes late and, though I did receive several awkward stares as I made my way through the office lobby, my tardiness was soon forgotten as it was a rarity. Still, sitting at my desk on the third floor overlooking the rushing cars of the main street, I began to slip back into detective mode like when I awakened. I hated loose ends, and this recurring nightmare was a loose end. The more I tried to ignore it the more the thoughts of the heaviness of my nightmare overwhelmed me. I opened my leather briefcase and lay some papers on my desk in front of me to make it appear that I was hard at work. I made sure that the manilla envelope with the name ‘Anderson’ on it was face-up; the Anderson account was my most important work and nobody would dare to bother me while I worked on that. I rested my head in my hands and zoned out while staring at the neatly typed words which all began running together.

      Nobody in the office noticed my lack of movement until I began to snore, or at least that's what they said. One of my coworkers,

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