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That said, I, Martha Stubin, have been in the dreams of many successful individuals. They arrived at success only after their dreams changed. Can I take credit for these things? Of course not. But I was a factor in the future of many a businessperson. While I will not reveal names, as the individuals are still alive at the time I write this, I might ask you to think about the computer industry, and that will give you a clue.
You have the ability to influence the unconscious mind, my dear dream catcher.
Marriages have been saved.
Relationships rekindled.
Sports events won.
Lives lived in confidence rather than fear.
Because our power is motivating, and gives momentum and ownership of changes to those who dream of failure.
This is a most redeeming job when things go right.
And you can change a community.
You are a rarely gifted individual.
You can use your power to help create or restore peace in a troubled community—whether it’s a school, a church, a place of business, or a government entity. You have more power to solve crime than anyone with a badge.
Do not forget this.
As you hone your skill—your gift—you will be able to assist the law in ways the keepers of them cannot imagine. And in ways that are impossible, in their minds. You have tremendous power to do good.
Use it if you dare.
You will never be without a job. Think big. The country’s many law enforcement agencies will get wind of your existence. Travel the country—maybe even the world. Seek out others with various gifts, who work underground, like you.
Let me take it a step deeper. Into your own heart.
With practice, you will master your own dreams.
Some of you might not dream.
That will come with time.
You can dream to work out the problems you face, and you will dream to find the refreshing love you long for in an isolated world.
And the loved ones you lose along the path of life will live forever, if you use your power. You’ll never say good-bye for long. Just until you sleep again. You can bring them back to you.
This has been the most redemptive factor for me. It’s what has kept me alive beyond my years. I will die happy, even after a life of distress.
Do not overlook the positives of this factor, once you view the rest.
And now, when you turn the page, you will find the next one blank. Following it are the things I wish I didn’t have to tell you. Use your judgment right now to decide if you wish to go on.
4:19 p.m.
Janie buries her head in her hands, and goes on.
Dread
My eyes water as I write this section.
There are things about yourself you may not want to hear or know.
Will they help you?
The answer is yes.
Will they hurt you?
Absolutely, yes.
Rights and Obligations
First of all, let us revisit how you change people’s dreams.
Because you have the power does not always mean you have the right or the obligation.
And because you have the power of manipulation, some of you will use that to hurt people.
I can’t stop you from doing that.
I can only implore you to resist the temptation to hurt others in this fashion.
It’s been done.
And it’s been ugly.
People die.
Here are some facts you should know:
• THERE IS NO “CURE,” SHOULD YOU SEE THIS AS A DISEASE. UNTIL THE REASON FOR THE DREAM CATCHER’S GIFT IS DISCOVERED, THERE WILL BE NO CURE.
• I’VE SPENT FIFTY YEARS TRYING TO CHANGE IT. AND ALL I CAN DO IS CONTROL IT—SOMETIMES.
Driving
You might already be aware of the hazards of driving. Perhaps you’ve had a rare incident. And you’re still alive. But because of the stray possibilities—even with the windows closed, I must add—you are a time bomb.
It’s happened before.
You’ve seen it in the papers, haven’t you?
Somebody blacks out on the highway. Crosses the line. Kills a family of three in the oncoming lane.
Dream catchers. Catching, by accident, the dreams of the sleeper in the car next door.
Right through the glass windows of both cars.
It happens.
It has happened.
And I’ve never forgiven myself.
Don’t drive.
You risk not only your life, but the lives of innocent others.
You can ignore me.
I’m asking you not to.
If you wish to continue, please turn the page.
4:53 p.m.
Janie—shaking, crying, remembering the school children—continues.
Side Effects
This is the hardest section. If you make it through this, you are done.
And maybe you won’t think it’s as bad as I made it out to be. I hope for that.
There are several side effects of being a dream catcher. You’ve experienced the caloric drain by now. It gets worse as you age.
The stronger you are, the more prepared you are, the better you’ll fare. Have nourishment with you at all times. Dreams are where you least expect them.
The more dreams you enter, the more you can help people. This is true; it’s the law of averages.
But for a dream catcher, the more dreams you enter, the worse the side effects.
The faster you decline.
You must work at controlling which dreams you enter.
Practice pulling out of them, as I explained in the many files of cases I’ve participated in.
Study them.
Practice the moves, the thought processes, the relaxation exercises.
However, you must realize by now that it’s a catch-22. Because the more practice you get, the harder it is on your body.
You must choose your dreams carefully, if you choose to use your gift to help others.
Or there is the alternative.
Isolation.
If you isolate yourself, you might live a normal life. . . . As normal as isolation allows, of course.
And now.
You can still stop reading here.
Your last chance.
5:39 p.m.
Janie looks away. Reads that part over again. Her head is pounding. And she continues to the bitter end.
Quality of Life
I knew, personally, three dream catchers in my life, besides myself. I am the last one alive. At the time of this writing, I know of no others. But I am convinced you are out there.
I’ll tell you first that the handwriting in this journal is not from my hand. My assistant writes to you in this book, because my hands are gnarled beyond use.
I lost the function of my hands and fingers at age thirty-four.
My three dream-catcher friends were thirty-five, thirty-one, and thirty-three, respectively, when they could no longer hold a pen.
That is what these dreams are doing to you.
6:00 p.m.
Tears stream down Janie’s face. She holds her sodden sleeve to her mouth. And continues.
And finally.
What I see as the worst.
I was eleven at the time of my first dream catch. Or at least, that’s as far back as I can recall.
The dreams came few and far between at first, as I expect they did for you, unless you shared a room with someone.
By high school the number of dreams grew.
College. In class, the library, walking across campus on a spring day . . . not to mention having a roommate. In college dreams are everywhere. Some of the worst experiences you’ll ever see.
And then, one day, you won’t.
You won’t see.
Because you’ll be completely, irreversibly, heartlessly blind.
My dream catcher acquaintances: Twenty-three. Twenty-six. Twenty-one.
I was twenty-two.
