Dear Dream Diary,
Last night I dreamt the following...
I'm in an antique shop. The room is dark. The sky outside is grey. Everything in here seems ancient. There are old, dingy-looking items on the shelves all around me, but the things I'm interested in are on the long, wooden table in the centre of the shop.
They're snowglobes. There are dozens of them. Inside each one is a different world, all of them equally beautiful.
I'm circling the table, trying to choose one.
Suddenly, there's a voice in my ear; a radio announcer's voice. He's broadcasting a message - but it's just for me.
"Can I have your attention," he says, the airwaves crackling. "Can I have your attention, please. This is the Great Almighty coming in to you, live. I know we've had our share of hard times, but all that is about to change. You don't need to think. You don't need to plan. Just. Listen."
There's the sound of a heartbeat. It gets louder and louder and LOUDER -
- and then stops.
And I wake up.
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Gates of Fire And Gold
General FictionBook # 2 in The Lockworth Lottery series. Devon DaMaren had everything; fame, fortune, fashion, and a place in the Lockworth household. And she's thrown it all away in the name of love. But the Lockworths won't let her go so easily. Devon is beg...
