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Like walking through the most colorful of dreamscape you hope to remember upon waking. –Z.W. Mohr, Author of the Desdemona’s Dreams SeriesFrom the author of The Axeboy’s Blues and Spectacle of the Extension comes this wondrous collection of short stories and poetry centered around dreams and the subconscious. Travel through dreams, through time, talking to crotchety old frogs and majestic trees. Discard worlds and personalities only to don the next in a series of tales each possessing its own flavor of dream logic.–poem from the back cover–It was at the edge of the worldI found her-lavender twisted into her hair, sitting on an old dock. I joined her in the silence, gazing out over the edge.We watched the massive whirlpool, a churning cone of idea & dream, reverie & nightmare, as it twisted & spat pieces ofdream into the air-which we watched fly over our heads like airplanes or gulls, heading back towards the world whence they came, these visions from the dream gyre.
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Like walking through the most colorful of dreamscape you hope to remember upon waking. –Z.W. Mohr, Author of the Desdemona’s Dreams SeriesFrom the author of The Axeboy’s Blues and Spectacle of the Extension comes this wondrous collection of short stories and poetry centered around dreams and the subconscious. Travel through dreams, through time, talking to crotchety old frogs and majestic trees. Discard worlds and personalities only to don the next in a series of tales each possessing its own flavor of dream logic.–poem from the back cover–It was at the edge of the worldI found her-lavender twisted into her hair, sitting on an old dock. I joined her in the silence, gazing out over the edge.We watched the massive whirlpool, a churning cone of idea & dream, reverie & nightmare, as it twisted & spat pieces ofdream into the air-which we watched fly over our heads like airplanes or gulls, heading back towards the world whence they came, these visions from the dream gyre.