I've always been fascinated by dreams. They seem like a doorway to the hidden corners of the mind. What do our dreams say about us? Are writers' dreams different from painters', and are both somehow different from accountants'?
If you're one of those who hates to hear other people's dreams, then this is not the place for you. Tiptoe to a different page. If, on the other hand, you're curious about what happens in another person's head, then welcome. Step inside.
And if you'd like to share a dream of your own, feel free to email me at "author at elizabethterrell dot com" or "bethterrell at comcast dot net" (close the spaces and use the appropriate symbols for "at" and "dot"). I'll post some of them here, with your permission.
The Polar Bear King