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The imaginative visions stem from an over-active imagination. They overwhelm me and haunt me until I put them on paper. Though not divine, they are rather uplifting, seeming to take me outside of myself. There is a sense of delirium in these trancelike states, with my mind connected to and drifting about the ether. The visions seem imposed rather than some forced line of thinking. I don’t choose what I see, the visions just come to me.

From a haunted past that used to paralyze me as a child, the fear later settled, the experiences had become familiar, and the darkness of which I was aware became a fascination. Not that I gave myself up to it, but unavoidable, I grew enchanted, questioning what these dark adventures meant.

One night, a vision of England overtook me. A woman I did not know stood close, though she did not speak to me or look up to me, I heard her thoughts in my mind, expressing a sense of disappointment with my current state of goodness, or lack thereof, I thought you’d be better by now. As if there was some anticipation of our meeting, for we had never met before. She bid me follow her. We walked across a field of burnt brown grass, and from the air I sensed the place to be somewhere in England, probably a park just outside of London. She took me to a rise that met a tree line. Just before the rise, there was a wrought iron double swinger gate, tall than I, with a bluish tarnish in the metal work. From a distance the gate looked like oddly arrayed black antlers tied together, but up close the work was obviously man made, with hammered dimples in the crescent shapes of metal. One side was pulled slightly open, and though one could see the rest of the park through the bars, a golden light spilled from the opening, as if something substantial and of another world lay beyond. Something about it gave me pause, so I didn’t open it any further or enter. When I asked my visitor of the significance and who she was, no answers were given, and I was released from the vision, the message delivered. I still question what it meant, but, as yet, I have no answers.

In the fall of 1789, on the western edge of the Yorkshire Dales, a dense, persistent fog enshrouds the village of Ingleton. Shadowed spirits hide in the mist and bedevil the townsfolk, heralding a tragedy that has befallen one of their own.

Edmond continues to search for Alexandra, his fiancée, who disappeared the same night that the mist set upon their town. Presumed dead by all others, he visits Alexandra’s empty grave, desperate for any hint of what has become of her. Weary from the sleepless nights on his quest, no longer able to stay awake, Edmond falls into a dream before her headstone and there obtains clues from Alexandra as to her whereabouts.

Haunted all the while by a malevolent spirit, Edmond follows the trail that Alexandra left for him and enters the underworld, only to learn that he has been there before, and in fact, quite often. But more, he discovers how he is to blame for Alexandra’s disappearance.

A dark literary novel rich in imagery, Discussion of a Decent Dream unearths the consequences of a child’s decision to surrender his heart in exchange for unholy power and transcendent knowledge.

Discussion of a Decent Dream is a Finalist in Britain’s Wishing Self Book Awards in the Adult category.

Enjoy an Excerpt:

We ignored the portent that crept into the countryside the day she disappeared. But in the weeks that followed, with no answers as to what had befallen her, with no assurance that she still lived, we came to understand, and most saw the worst in the blanket of mist that stopped time and shut us out from the rest of the world.

I had just turned twenty-one the summer of 1789 when Alexandra went missing. And after all our fruitless searching, in need of some direction, I snuck, under the cover of night, into the yard where her parents had laid their sorrow to rest. Falling to my knees before the stone of her empty grave I spoke with reverence, not for the hallowed ground, but for the call that brought me, as though somehow she could hear me.

About the Author:

E. Curtis draws on personal experiences of the otherworldly for his writing. Through dreams, visions, and waking encounters, his exposure to darkness has motivated him to detail what he has come to know of the preternatural. While a few short pieces have been published on an online literary magazine, Discussion of a Decent Dream is his first novel.

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