Blurb:
What if
there was punishment when you didn’t dream the right dreams? That’s the dilemma
Leah Kent, and her professor, Al Foster must face—dream right, or take the
punishment. The Psychology of Dreams 101 is a wander into the sexy and dark
unconscious as Leah takes a Psychology of Dreams adult education class, only to
discover that the required dream journal leads to some seriously kinky night
journeys. But not all dreams are pleasant ones, and some have far-reaching
repercussions in the waking world.
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Excerpt:
You look beautiful when you dream.
That was
the first sentence; that was how it all started.
Leah
thought it might be some sort of lucid dreaming when she saw the words scrawled
across the page of her open journal on the nightstand. She’d had every
intention of asking her instructor about it, but then she couldn’t really tell
him the dream that had brought it on, could she? It sounded like the sort of
thing the unconscious of a pathetically shy introvert would write to herself
from the dream world because she had no one in the waking world to say it to
her and, while that might be true—the pathetic introvert part, she didn’t want
to make it more obvious to her instructor than it probably already
was—especially when she had half a crush on him.
Besides,
it also sounded like the sort of thing a sex-crazed slut might write to herself
when her vibe batteries ran down. That made her sound even more pathetic—the
vibe and the batteries part, not the slut part.
She had
just started a course on the psychology of dreams. She tried to take advantage
of adult education classes whenever possible. It got her out of the house and
forced her to interact with other people—real flesh and blood people. With her
job, online shopping, online banking, direct debit, grocery delivery, she never
had to leave the house really, and that suited her just fine, but she knew it
shouldn’t. She knew it wasn’t healthy. Sometimes going to the classes was more
of an ordeal than a pleasure, but that was not the case for the psychology of
dreams class.
She had
to admit, she’d taken that course because she’d overheard several women
giggling and talking about how hot the instructor was and how their dreams had
become very sexy since they’d started his class. A part of the class work was
to keep a dream journal. The women had been sitting at the table next to her in
the coffee shop poring over their journals together and laughing about how they
thought Al—Al Foster was the instructor—would respond when he read their
dreams. She’d been taking a photography course then, and it had been one of the
few times Leah had actually forced herself to initiate conversation, asking the
women about the class. They were only too happy to share, and soon she was
laughing and blushing and joking right along with them as they told her all
about the psychology of dreams course and how it had truly stimulated their
dream life. The next term, she signed right up.
A dream
journal—that had sounded simple enough when Al—he’d insisted they all call him
Al—had explained what it was. All she had to do was write down her dreams every
morning when she woke up. But by the time she sat down at the breakfast table
with her bowl of cereal and her coffee, dream journal and pen at the ready, she
could remember nothing but bits of broken images—nothing dramatic, nothing with
hidden psychological meaning—certainly nothing sexy.
After a
week of drawing blanks from the dream world, Al had helpfully suggested that
she keep the journal open by her bed, and that she set an alarm for every two
hours. When the alarm went off, she was then to write just a few key words of
what she remembered, words that would jog her memory in the morning.
The
first time the alarm went off, she woke disoriented and confused. By the time
she remembered why she’d set the alarm, she also remembered she’d forgotten to
set the trash out for pick-up. She remembered that she needed to order some
more vitamins online. She remembered that she needed to put the clothes in the
dryer, but what she didn’t remember was her dreams.
The
second alarm, she must have unconsciously shut off before she got fully awake,
but on the third, she managed a little dream snippet about chasing a big dog
through the local McDonalds, a dog who had shamelessly stolen her Big Mac right
out of her hand. She hated Big Macs, and big dogs made her nervous. Well, that
was at least something to analyze, wasn’t it? Though Freud had insisted that
sometimes a cigar was just a cigar, surely that didn’t hold true for Big Macs,
which she didn’t like, and big dogs, which she didn’t trust. Al would be
pleased.
The
second night there was a dream about a leather jacket with a huge snake for a
collar, a snake that talked—kind of like a parrot. There was a dream in which
she’d gone to the supermarket and ended up in a maze, unable to find her way
out. There was a dream of planting begonias in front of the convenience store
around the corner. For the rest of the week, she was excited to see that the
setting of the alarms was working. Her key words helped her to remember
details, and the rest was easy.
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. Find Grace’s novels here.
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