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What would you do if you could see other people’s dreams? If you could watch their hidden fantasies and uncover their deepest, darkest secrets…without them ever knowing?
Sara Barnes is about to find out. She thought that all she had to worry about was final exams, Christmas shopping and deciding whether she likes the cute freshman in the next dorm who’s got a crush on her.
But when she starts seeing dreams that aren’t hers, she learns more than she ever wanted to know about her friends, her classmates…and a strange, terrifying man whose dreams could get Sara killed.
“Dream Student” is the thrilling first installment of the Dreams series.
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And a sneaky look at Dream Student:
"I can’t breathe. My eyes are open, but I can’t see through my tears and I can’t breathe. I’m coughing, my throat is all scratchy, I’m trying to get something up. I spit out – I don’t even know what, something disgusting. I keep coughing, and finally with one very painful effort, the rest of it, whatever it is, comes up.
I can’t see what it is, I can’t really see anything. I try to wipe the tears out of my eyes, try to breathe deeply, try to block out the pain in my head. I get my feet under me, and I can barely stand. I don’t feel steady at all; I hang onto the bed for support. I take one step and trip on something soft, and I’m just able to grab the bedpost and keep my balance. I look down, and through barely-open eyes, I see Mister Pennington on the floor.
His right arm has been nearly ripped off.
Bitten off, I realize suddenly, and not by Lumpy. By me. While I was sleeping. Because I must have stuffed Mister Pennington’s arm into my mouth to hold back a scream.
No. God, no. Please. Please let it not be.
I don’t know who I’m begging to, and they’re not answering me anyway. I know exactly what I saw. Who I saw. It was Jackie, from the dorm. The guy is after her. He’s picked her out for his next…
No. I have to do something. If it isn’t already too late.
It can’t be too late. I have to talk to her. I have to warn her. But how? My head is throbbing, and it’s hard to think. I’ve got a phone in my room. I can call her. But I don’t know her number. I don’t even know how she spells her last name."