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    Oneiromancer
    Oneiromancer
    Oneiromancer
    Ebook30 pages26 minutes

    Oneiromancer

    By Joshua Jones

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    Peter Miller's brother Andy dies under suspicious circumstances. Peter's mother is advised by a psychic named Sybil that Andy's death was a suicide and they should let Andy rest. His mother agrees and wishes to close the police investigation. However, Peter will not let it go and is aggravated by Sybil's interference.

    Peter thinks the only way to get his brother's case reopened is prove to his mother that Sybil is a sham, so he goes undercover to investigate the world of psychics. The investigation leads him to a psychic development center called Remote View. During this time Peter has a bizarre dream that warns him of an impending danger.

    While at the facility, he has a dream again but it proves not to be a dream. It is a contact from another dimension telling him about a conspiracy that could ruin humanity and Peter must stop it. One big problem is that the head of the Remote View center is involved with the inter-dimensional plot. Oneiromancy is the divination of dreams and sometimes bad dreams come true. This is a satire but not a comedy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoshua Jones
    Release dateApr 18, 2011
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      Oneiromancer - Joshua Jones

      Oneiromancer

      Published by Joshua Lee Andrew Jones

      Smashwords edition

      Copyright 2011 Joshua Lee Andrew Jones

      Other titles found on Smashwords: The Excess Road & Blue lips and crayons

      Oneiromancer

      Peter’s eyes, bloodshot and dry, blink to keep focus on his work. The article for the Eastport Observer is due and the facts don’t check themselves. The computer hums and the cursor flashes on screen with a hypnotic rhythm. Entranced, he watches it pulse and begins to nod off. Before he bumps his head on the monitor, he breaks the drowsy spell and pushes back on his chair. The clock on his wall reads 11:30 PM.

      Damn it, he says.

      Next to the cup of cold coffee on the desk, his cell phone rings. He picks it up to see his mother calling. Panic shoots down his spine. His mother never calls this late.

      Hello, he says.

      It’s your brother. Come quick. St. Vincent’s. Hurry, she says and hangs up.

      What?

      The highway traffic is thin as Peter dodges and weaves through the lanes. He hopes the reoccurring nightmare about his brother hasn’t come true as he pulls off the exit. After a long light and quick right, he reaches the parking lot of St. Vincent’s hospital just in time to see a Med-Evac helicopter land on the roof. The choppy current from the rotating blades courses down to the parking lot and fans a group of nurses in pink scrubs puffing on narrow cigarettes. The smoke disperses in curls riding the hard flow of air. Peter parks and opens his car door only to be held back by the seatbelt as he tries to get out.

      Really Peter, he says to himself and hits the seatbelt release. The belt recoils into the door with a nylon zip and thud.

      Peter jogs up to the automatic doors and bounces on his feet as he waits for the glass to slide back with an electric whoosh. The visitor information desk is barren of all but one receptionist filing her nails with a blue Emory-board.

      "Andy Miller. I’m

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