When I was in my early twenties, I started having a recurring nightmare. In the dream, I was young, like four, and I was in very dark, dank place. I was afraid. Terrified, in fact. I had to pull myself on my belly because the space wasn’t tall enough to stand up. Ahead of me, I could see a light streaming in from what looked like a tiny rectangle window. But between me and that light was a lot of darkness with cobwebs and who knew what all hiding in the shadows. I kept pulling myself to that light, my hands and knees getting scratched on the dirt and rocks under me. I felt the tears streaming down my face. I felt trapped. I felt alone. I was sure I was never going to get out.
The dream came to me off and on for a few months. Every time I’d wake up in puddle of sweat, my heart hammering, trying to catch my breath. I didn’t know a whole lot about dreams then, but I knew it seemed to mean something. It had to, because it felt so real.
At that time, I was actually in a really bad place in my life–trapped in a bad marriage. Within a few months, I finally got wise and I did what I should have done for a year, I walked out of that marriage. Now looking back, I know that dream was a symbol of my marriage. I felt trapped in a very dark place. I couldn’t stand up to my spouse for fear of being hurt.
It was years later when I went to see my grandparents. They lived in the same house they did since I was born. Their house was built on blocks. As I went to leave, I saw a rectangle hole in the block foundation.
And bam, just like that I remembered my dream. I also remembered being four and following my older brother under that house. I remembered he and my cousin leaving me under there. It was just them being boys, but without a doubt, it ended up being a terrifying experience for me. I don’t think I was under there long, but for a four-year-old little girl, it was too long.
My subconscious used that long ago memory to reflect the situation I was in with my marriage. Since then, I have become fascinated with dreams, their meaning, and I love to examine them. It enthralls me how our minds can hold on to things even though we don’t remember them.
Don’t’ Close Your Eyes was born from my fascination with dreams and in part inspired from that recurring nightmare. What if you had a recurring dream that wasn’t just a dream? What if in fact, it’s an old memory that you just can’t remember? What if you saw something a long time ago you shouldn’t have? What if it involved murder? What if solving it could set you free of something unknown that has haunted you your entire life?
So do you have or have you had a recurring dream? Do you know what it means?
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Don’t Close Your Eyes
Annie Lakes has had the same recurring nightmare for years. Her heart pounding in her chest. A panicked voice, begging her to run faster. Her own bloodcurdling scream. But now Annie is starting to realize it’s more than just a bad dream. She’s starting to remember things about the night her cousin Jenny disappeared all those years ago. Things that make her believe her family was involved—and what they’re hiding is much worse than she ever imagined. But she can’t unravel this alone. She needs someone she can trust, someone like sexy Detective Mark Sutton ….
Mark has seen enough—too much—to assume that Annie’s story is a dead end. It turns out that her family is hiding some killer secrets. A long time ago, Annie was just an innocent little girl who saw something she shouldn’t. Now she’s a target, and Mark’s running out of time to protect the woman he’s starting to fall for. But how does Mark face off against a murderer who just may be someone Annie loves?