Free Dream of Me: Book 1 The Dream Makers Series by Quinn Loftis

breath and then asked, “Remember how we were talking about the Sandman and that whole weird dream I had?”
    “The one with the freakishly mature eight-year-old?”
    “Yes.”
    “I remember.”
      “What if I told you that everything that Emma told me in that dream was true? Would you think I was crazy?” Serenity held her breath as she waited for her friend to answer.
    “No,” Glory finally answered. “But I would want to know how you know this to be true, without a doubt, based on tangible facts.”
    She let go of the breath and thanked God for such an amazing friend. “Get comfortable.”
    “You’ll have to settle for mildly miserable until all the food begins to digest. Don’t mind the groaning while you explain what the hell you’re talking about. Just keep right on going.”
    “Mr. Sweeney’s topic in history yesterday was the folklore of the Sandman.”
    Glory’s head suddenly appeared over the edge of the bed. Her blonde hair fell across her face and she brushed it away impatiently. “Did you know that he was going to be covering that?”
    Serenity shook her head. “He said it was a last minute change.”
    “That’s bizarre.” She narrowed her eyes, seeming to stare off at nothing before looking back at her. “What did he have to say? Did any of it match what Emma said?”
    Serenity began from the moment when Mr. Sweeny’s lecture took a sharp turn into the lore that matched up with what the girl had told her in her dream. Glory, ever the attentive and expressive listener, gasped at all the right places and occasionally added a ‘holy hell’ when she deemed it necessary. Serenity paused when she finally got to the part where she felt Dair’s presence in her room.
    “This is the part that worries me. I’m afraid you’re going to think I was hallucinating or something just to give substance to everything that I’ve heard and experienced.”
    “Well, I always think you are a few heifers shy of having a herd. But seriously, girl, who on earth has their head more tightly screwed onto their shoulders than you? How on earth could I possibly think you were not in your right mind when you have not given any indications of such a thing?” Glory asked.
    “Well, you might change your mind when I tell you that Dair was in my room last night and I spoke to him.”
    Glory’s eyes widened. “Did he speak back? Wait, what did he look like? Was he hot? He was hot, wasn’t he? I told you he would be hot.”
    “GLORY!” Serenity grabbed her friend's flailing arm. She tended to get very animated with her hands when she got excited. “Didn’t you hear the part where I said a mythical character showed up in my bedroom last night?”
    “I heard that, and if you are telling me that you spoke to him, then I believe you.”
    “Just like that?”
    “Serenity, I know you. I know your character, your heart, and your inability to lie. I mean, let’s face it, girl, if ever you wind up playing a poker game that’s life and death, we might as well just get your measurements for the coffin.”
    “I’m not going to be insulted because at the moment I’m just relieved to be able to talk about this.”
    “Yes, I’m awesome. How could you ever doubt me? Now to the important stuff. Is he hot?”
    “Are you really twenty-two? Are you sure they didn’t get your birth certificate wrong?”
    Glory rolled her eyes. “My best friend is in high school. Can you really have such high expectations for me?”
    “Good point,” Serenity agreed. “And to answer your question, I have no idea if he’s boar butt ugly or hot enough to melt steel. He wouldn’t show himself to me.”
    “So he just talked to you? How did you know he was in your room?”
    “I could feel him. It was weird, but I just knew he was there. So I called out to him. But he didn’t answer until the third time I said his name. By then, I nearly believed that I was talking to an empty room. But then he spoke.” Her face took on a dreamy