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Dreams Unleashed
Book: Dreams Unleashed Read Online Free
Author: Linda Hawley
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Science-Fiction, adventure, Paranormal, Action, France, Time travel, Dreams, Technology, Techno-Thriller, Prophecies, irish, Metaphysics, pacific northwest, big brother
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fit into American culture, but it seemed to be impossible for him. He spoke perfect English, but no slang ever slipped through his lips. Edwin was socially awkward, lived in his head, and was always concerned about American propriety. I wanted to tell him that Americans in 2015 no longer had any real propriety, but I didn't want to break his heart. When Edwin didn't know something, he kept his mouth shut, unlike most Americans.
    Both Paul and Edwin were in the basement for two simple reasons: they needed a good deal of space for their equipment, and their work was interconnected, with Paul writing software to run Edwin's designs. I was likely there because of the proximity to them, for they supplied much of the subject matter that I wrote about. We weren't truly exiles , but being in the musty basement qualified us.
    After I got over the initial shock of my basement home, I was willing to find the bright side to my subterranean refuge. It was a huge space, I got to choose wherever I wanted my desk, and I even got to pick from the furniture dog-pile left by ex-employees. After the first week, however, I moved my desk a second time, putting distance between Edwin's burnt microwave scents and myself. It didn't help much, though. This was one example of the downside of my smelling acuity. In time I was able to get Bennett's approval for an air filtration unit for the basement.
    Getting the filtration unit was no small feat though, given that the corporate office manager, Vicki, would balk at ordering a simple high quality pair of scissors. She would order the cheapest of everything because she received a quarterly bonus tied to how much she saved of her supply budget. After two pair of scissors resembling government-issued 1950s era models fell apart, I marched upstairs to demand that the 350-pound, polyester-covered, fifty-year-old virgin order me a decent pair of scissors. You would've thought that I'd asked the woman to donate a kidney. Vicki fought me outright, refusing to buy the scissors. Finally in complete frustration, I sent Bennett an email:
     
Hello Bennett:
Please authorize Vicki to order me a sharp pair of high-quality scissors. The cost is $15.99. The model is shown below.
Thank you, Ann
     
    Bennett replied directly to the micro-manager, copying me, with a one-word email:
     
Approved
     
    Bennett had been down that road with Vicki many times. It was common knowledge that he didn't think much of her; she was hired by Bennett's grandfather in his first business thirty years previously---Vicki was a Pressintin family lifer.
    About two weeks after I got my high-quality scissors, they disappeared. I looked for them everywhere, then it occurred to me that the old maid had probably stolen them, just to prove that she was the one with the power. To check my theory, and to validate that paranoia wasn't actually taking root in my brain, I privately asked Paul to check the digital security log to see if she had been there the night my scissors disappeared. Sure enough, the thief came back into the building at nine that night and left fifteen minutes later. Paul said those types of events had been happening for years at AlterHydro.
    I bought my own scissors and put my name on them with permanent marker.
    Sometimes this place is an alternate reality , I thought, reflecting on the scissor-heist.
    "It's time I go work out," I suddenly announced to no one.
    Lulu stood. She knew what that meant.
    As I picked up the workout bag beside my desk, I excitedly said, "Come on, Lulu." That got her bottom wagging. Brittany dogs have only a tail-stub, so bottom-wagging was all she could do. Her floor-polishing wobble always made me smile.
    As she and I crossed the basement heading for the stairs, I smiled at Paul as he looked up from the web server he was working on, and he returned the smile.
    Mmm good .
    After walking up the steps and into the second floor gym, I took my workout clothes to a dressing stall, pulled the curtain, and quickly
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