Book of Dreams by Traci Harding Read Free Book Online Page B

that it will never be my dream to be sick, fat, bitter and twisted!’
    ‘Look, you bloody ingrate …’ The flying devil lost his patience and the other three began to close in on Kyle. ‘You can’t just dump us. We are the very fabric of your existence. Where would you be without us? On medication or in a mental asylum, that’s where!’
    ‘What is there to look forward to in life without your next fix?’ The grey elemental appeared on Kyle’s shoulder to resume the debate by blowing the dope smoke in his face. ‘I’ve seen you go cold turkey and it’s not a pretty picture.’
    ‘Did you say Wild Turkey?’ The brown elemental appeared on Kyle’s other shoulder, waving a hip flask in his face. ‘Sure thing, we have everything here.’
    ‘Get off me!’ Kyle shook the demons from his person and the earth began to tremble deep and loud.
    ‘Oh yeah, we love a bad temper,’ chuckled the flying demon, as it increased in size and strength. ‘It always makes you crave a little something to settle the nerves.’
    It was true, Kyle did use his vices to control his angry streak. What else could do that?
    Try the thought of something or someone you care about, suggested Book.
    Matt’s infectious laughter began echoing through Kyle’s brain, and the recollection of his mate seized with laughter dispersed Kyle’s bad mood. As he calmed, the surrounding environment stabilised too. ‘Thanks, guys, for all the parties, but after seeing what it has done for you, I think I’ll take my chances on the straight and narrow.’ Kyle looked at the crystal ball, realising the crying was coming from within the ball.
    ‘We’re losing him.’ The flying demon encouraged his mates to be more persuasive.
    ‘Thai stick? Mowee-wowee?’ offered the grey demon.
    ‘No.’ Kyle focused on the ball.
    ‘Super supreme pizza? Large burger?’ The greasy red demon brought forth his tray of goodies. ‘How about some chocolate , or some potato chips?’
    Inside the crystal ball, the distant vision of a beautiful beach became visible: the sand, the sea, the rocks, all sparkling blue, as if illumined by very bright moonlight.
    ‘You don’t want to go there.’ The flying demon attempted to break Kyle’s concentration. ‘It will be hard work, tears, the purging of emotions and facing the horrors of your past … you’re not up to it. Not to mention education. You know how you despise books!’
    ‘I used to hate books,’ Kyle corrected, patting the book that was slung under his arm.
    Kyle considered himself a great judge of character, and although he hadn’t been reading this one for very long, it already felt like an old friend.
    The crystal ball became the focus of all Kyle’s attention and the world of red haze and demons faded back into the depths of his subconscious. A brief, disorientating, soaring sensation ensued as the vision of the beach seemed to bleed through Kyle’s nightmare and wash it away.
     
     
    It was not moonlight that lit this place, but a beautiful blue glow that radiated from within the landscape: the sea, sand, trees, rocks and vegetation were connected by each other’s light-filled energy emissions. This mystical emanation then rose in a great mist towards the heavens, which were shrouded from view by the light-filled clouds.
    Kyle looked down at himself and was bemused to find that he didn’t seem to be contributing to this great symphony of light, colour and energy. His etheric body was awash with dark, murky colours that dulled his illumination. Nature was extending Kyle its energy: from everywhere the light force extended towards his body, but once absorbed by his murky aura it seemed to vanish into a void. ‘I’m sucking energy,’ Kyle observed, a mite distraught about the fact, ‘and I don’t glow.’
    Right on both counts, Book retorted in all seriousness. Mother nature is used to being sucked dry by human beings, and yet she continues to replenish your energies, cleanse your spirit and