Three Years Dreaming: a Memoir

Note: This book contains strong language, descriptions of violence, disturbing imagery, and other explicit content which may be unsuitable for children. That night, you go to sleep. You enter the house of endless rooms. You get lost at first, but finally stumble into the hallway you seek. There, in the wall, you see the door to the basement. The door shuts behind you as you walk down the stone stairs. A fire burns brightly in a fireplace, heating an iron cauldron. You have no trouble finding your way around the basement this time. Here it is. Right here on this table: the book. As you pick it up, you remember how many times you looked for it, over and over, in other dreams. Here it was, all along. Its pages contain three years of your dream memories. All those secrets you learned. All those adventures you forgot about the next day. You open it to the first page.