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    Dream Drifter
    Dream Drifter
    Dream Drifter
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    Dream Drifter

    By Daniel Thompson Sr.

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    The sci-fi epic entails a miriad of dreams fused with reality causing the main character to be on the egde of discovering his true realty.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateSep 15, 2014
    ISBN9781490746371
    Dream Drifter
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    Daniel Thompson Sr.

    B.A. degree in Liberal Arts(Double major-English & History) from Rutgers University Married to Fay Francine Rogers-Thompson since 1984( also from Rutgers) Two sons- Daniel Thompson, Sr. (age 24) Demetrius Xavier Thompson (age 18) One granddaughter- Serenity Kai Cruz Thompson Pathfinder Counselor-1986 to 1990 Pathfinder Director- 1990 to 1996 Associate Pastor- 1994 to 1996

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      Dream Drifter - Daniel Thompson Sr.

      Chapter 1

      One day, in the summer of 1964—about three o’clock in the morning—as a young boy, I had awakened to go to the bathroom. Obviously, I was not fully awake, because when returning to my bedroom, I paused in the hallway and noticed my reflection on my sister’s closet door. The closet door was very shiny, and it was very easy to see the reflections. As I gazed at my reflection, an image formed on the door and appeared to look exactly like me at first, but then I noticed that the image started to change. The figure was about the same size as I was. Alarmingly, a horrible transformation occurred. The figure on the door took the form a glowing red demon that hideously glared back at me. It was very lifelike when it moved and seemed as if it were going to lunge at me. In horror, I ran into my bedroom as fast as I could and leaped into my bed facedown, clinging to my bed as tight as I could. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. However, my heart was racing extremely fast. I feared that this thing was real as I laid there in my bed with my eyes tightly shut. I finally had fallen asleep. When I had awakened the next morning, I found myself trembling about the occurrence. The light of morning eventually gave me solace. However, I continued to ponder about the image. I still didn’t know if it were real or if I were losing my mind.

      My name is Danny. I was just six years old during an encounter with my first apparition. I lived in a little town in the northeast, with my mother, father, and three siblings. For years, I wondered about it. Even now, I still don’t know if it were real or imaginary. But it doesn’t bother me anymore. It hadn’t bothered me since my boyhood. But the apparitions did not end there.

      Two years later, in 1966, in the same house, there was another occurrence. This time was far worse than the first. I was sleeping in the same bed as my younger brother Darryl because I lost my bed to my baby brother Paul who was too large for his crib that was in my parents’ room in the front of the house on the second floor. So my parents had moved the three-year-old in with me and Darryl in the rear of the house on the second floor.

      It was in the late summer, on one particular night, way past midnight, when Darryl was extremely restless. He tossed and turned in bed as if he were out of his mind. I was also restless on this hot summer night because of Darryl’s constant rocking in bed.

      Darryl, stop! Stop rocking! I exclaimed.

      Darryl was rocking in bed so aggressively that he knocked me from out of bed, and I found myself on the floor. The floor was cool albeit I knew I couldn’t stay there all night. And as I began to push myself upward to get back into bed, I saw a huge pair of the most grotesque, hairy feet that one could imagine right in front of me. I was frozen as I stared at the monstrous feet, trembling in fear of what I might find attached to them. I slowly followed the feet upward. The legs were just as hairy as the feet. Still trembling, I noticed that the image was extremely large and was wearing a very colorful and decorative garb, like a tribal African or Native American chief.

      When I finally got up to the image’s face, my heart stopped, for I saw the most hideous creature out of hell imaginable. The monster had an evil, grimacing grin, and its face was also hairy, similar to that of a gorilla. The thing glared down at me, looking at me dead in my eyes, but the creature did not move. I quickly hoisted myself back up into my bed, pressing and clinging with all of my might and not making any motion while seemingly holding my breath. I feared that the creature would devour me or, at best, rip me to pieces. My eyes were closed extremely tight, and my heart was racing really fast. I was frozen in this position until I fell asleep. Awakening the next morning, I didn’t remember what happened until I was fully awake and cognizant.

      As my thoughts cleared, I pondered to myself if the monster were real or imaginary, just as I had done two years prior. I came to the conclusion that it was real and would be back that night to destroy me. I dared not speak about it to my parents or siblings until years later.

      Chapter 2

      Some years had passed. I finally told my brothers about the two occurrences, especially emphasizing the horror of the second encounter—the gorilla-like apparition. I never experienced anything like that again that was so lifelike. As I grew older, those two experiences faded as far as being a threat to me. I had hundreds of horrible dreams, but not many of them seemed like reality.

      And as the 1960s came to an end, I had various types of dreams. Some had patterns and symbolic meanings; some were incredibly horrific but only happened once, and some were recurring sequels. For instance, I frequently dreamed I mysteriously appeared in the middle of strange, wide-open fields that went on for miles and miles in both directions, with endless trees in the front and back of the fields. Both directions looked exactly the same. The fields were identical to that of the fields in the motion picture The Wizard of Oz, where Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion escape out of the woods and into these glorious fields in which the Wicked Witch of the West had sent poppies to put them to sleep, but the good witch Glenda sent snow to awake them to proceed to the Emerald City, which was closely in their view.

      When I had trekked in either direction of these fields, which ultimately had their end, I saw a lighthouse off at a distance in each direction as I was approaching the end. But as I

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