The Dream Between

About the Book

What would one do if one were granted the power to make one’s dreams a reality, to have dreams that can transcend into reality? And if not there, then where does this all happen from? In The Dream Taker Series, the author has written an engrossing story that revolves around an experiment that could make dreams come true, but with such god-like power how can anyone truly control it or estimate the havoc it can bring into the real word. Perhaps what we see isn’t the real world at all? Perhaps we’re simple characters in someone else’s dream? Or better still, in our own dream. Project MKUltra is the code name of a U.S. government human research operation experimenting in the behavioral engineering of humans through the CIA's Scientific Intelligence Division. And officially halted in 1973. In 1977, a Freedom of Information Act request uncovered a cache of 20,000 documents relating to project MKUltra, which led to Senate hearings later that same year. In July 2001 some surviving information regarding MKUltra was officially declassified. The scope of Project MKUltra was broad. What is real? Some people’s reality may simply not look like at all, what you’re reality looks like. It’s as simple and complex as that. Are dreams like insanity? And what about the people who are considered mentally ill? Or those who can dive into different dimensions, in their spirituality. Or the minds while smoking pot? The twists and turns in this book will have your head spinning in some weird vortex, not knowing which way it’s about to turn. Yet in the end I feel we’ll all learn, what the heck happened, when we woke up, but will it be too late? The choice is up to you, but you’ll need to decide.

About the Author

She talks fast. She has always talked fast. I don't know why she talk fast, she just does. She also reads fast and writes very fast. And thinks really fast, sometimes more than two things at one time fast. Which is pretty darn fast. Because her body is slow. A unique form of handicap since a child, digging deep into the marrow of her bones. And so at times she appears like a hermit to others, while spending hours inside her head clicking away on her keyboard. They don’t know this is where her head goes out to play, since it’s really the only way she can. She talks slow. Because she can’t remember words, sometimes even if it’s right there on the tip of my tongue waiting to jump off. Damaged. And might even say silly things like the grass is getting long, better get out the vacuum, or bring me back the lawn mower from the closet. When the dog hairs start to collect. And to top that I actually fight this fibro monster in its treacherous fog. And what the heck is fibro-fog? And this is the way my mind works, she will start one conversation that I wanted to say, and it simply jumps off the branch like a little yellow bird, to fly to a new branch. And now I'm having this little yellow bird that's sitting on the branch, inside my mind, in my imaginary creative DNA, plus the gift of bi-polar. That says she's in the same psych ward with Edgar Allan Poe, Leo Tolstoy, Graham Greene, Sidney Sheldon and many other. Tell me how blessed is that? Awesome! Thank You Jesus for making me crazy and crippled, broken and holy smokes what a history you’ve given me. Do I hear an Amen?