The project: REM is a completed, young adult novel ready to be published. If the funds are successfully pledged, they will go toward creating a custom cover design, digital formatting, any additional minor editing and ultimately self-publishing and distribution costs.
The story: Seventeen-year-old Bradalynn Collier is used to seeing everyone’s dreams, apart from her own. It’s a gift she recognizes as a curse, until she falls in love with the mysterious Alexander Connelly.
Bradalynn knows most of her classmates better than she would like, through their dreams. Unfortunately, it does nothing to increase her desire to befriend them. In fact, apart from the connection with her best friend Doug Rothen, the smart, funny, trustworthy son of close family friends, she’s never enjoyed much of any kind of friendship. He’s the only reason she looks forward to the long-anticipated union between her school and his, despite the fact that she’ll now be obligated to attend the same school as one of her overly-popular older brothers. Already knowing all of his acquaintances - and therefore most of his classmates - she doesn’t expect to meet anyone new. And with many months of restless nights unwillingly intruding upon the dreams of nearly everyone she knows, seeing the deepest desires and hopes of their subconscious, there isn’t much she thinks can surprise her on the first day of school. But Alexander Connelly, a relatively unknown transfer student, presumed to be inevitably dangerous, changes everything.
As Bradalynn suffers through his relentless nightmares, growing emotionally attached along the way, she finds reason to gain control of her self-proclaimed, useless ability. This unexpected, beautifully painful relationship causes concern and blurs the lines between her and Doug’s friendship. When a devastating accident calls for her unique gift, she’s forced to make an unthinkable decision: endure an induced coma in hopes of ultimately saving her best friend, or watch him die because the risk of not returning is too great. It’s a choice that could tear her away from the only dream she now desires; a life with Alexander Connelly.
It was my choice to make. I had already decided. Yet everyone around me felt compelled to dissuade me. As I carefully selected my most comfortable pajamas from the bottom drawer of the armoire, a sudden sense of concern overcame me. What if they were right? What if this was more than I could manage? I’d be leaving so much behind.
The emotion pushing its way up the back of my throat was unnerving. I quickly pulled the yellow tank top over my head and lifted my long, slightly tangled, straight brown hair out from underneath and over to one shoulder. A nervous smile crept across my face as I pulled the matching cotton shorts up over my hips, remembering how my brothers always complained of how tomboyish I appeared, not even bothering to tie them in a quaint little bow. Yanking the brush through my hair, I could hear the whispered sound of my father’s voice in my head. You can do this. You’re strong. And you’re the only one with the ability to make it right.
I jumped at the knock on the bedroom door. Gathering my composure, I let out a deep sigh and prepared myself for the induced sleep I was about to endure.
I hesitantly opened the door and tried to look past the saddened, yet tranquil, green eyes of the one I loved. I didn’t want to look at him. I knew if I did, he might stand a chance at talking me out of the task at hand.
My oldest brother stood behind him at the top of the steps with the doctor at his side. I nodded, giving them permission to enter. It was time. I didn’t know how long the sleep would last. I didn’t know if I’d be able to find my way out of the induced coma I was about to surrender to. I didn’t even know if I would be able to dream the things needed to be seen. But I was certain it needed to be done.
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