Why a book on one person's dreams?
Imagine this: everything is orange, wall-to-wall. Then a black dot appears in the center of the field of orange. The dot begins to swirl in a counterclockwise direction, leaving a black contrail in its wake. The contrail does not go away but expands until all the orange is gone, replaced by complete blackness. This is the prelude to my dream. The dream begins: I am soaring, body surfing, being attacked by bears or wolves, dealing with aliens or being shot at close range. All of this is in color. And I remember everything in detail the next morning. Friends, relatives and even those who study dreams as a profession remark that my dreams are vivid, bizarre and dramatic and should be captured in a book. This book does just that and recollects a number of the author's dreams.