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Chapters (62)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. I
  4. AUGUST 24TH, 2016
  5. AUGUST 27TH, 2016
  6. AUGUST 29TH, 2016
  7. AUGUST 30TH, 2016
  8. AUGUST 31ST, 2016
  9. SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2016
  10. SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2016
  11. SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2016
  12. SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2016
  13. SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2016
  14. SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2016
  15. SEPTEMBER 2?, 2016
  16. SEPTEMBER 23RD, 2016
  17. SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
  18. OCTOBER 3RD, 2016
  19. OCTOBER 7TH, 2016
  20. OCTOBER 8TH, 2016
  21. II
  22. NOVEMBER 1ST, 2016
  23. NOVEMBER 3RD, 2016
  24. NOVEMBER 10TH, 2016
  25. NOVEMBER 16TH, 2016
  26. NOVEMBER 18TH, 2016
  27. NOVEMBER 24TH, 2016
  28. DECEMBER 16TH, 2016
  29. JANUARY 3RD, 2017
  30. JANUARY 7TH, 2017
  31. JANUARY 9TH, 2017
  32. JANUARY 10TH, 2017
  33. JANUARY 12TH, 2017
  34. JANUARY 13TH, 2017
  35. JANUARY 15TH, 2017
  36. JANUARY 19TH, 2017
  37. JANUARY 24TH, 2017
  38. JANUARY 31ST, 2017
  39. FEBRUARY 1ST, 2017
  40. FEBRUARY 2ND, 2017
  41. FEBRUARY 3RD, 2017
  42. FEBRUARY 4TH, 2017
  43. III
  44. MARCH 1ST, 2017
  45. MARCH 3RD, 2017
  46. MARCH 5TH, 2017
  47. MARCH 8TH, 2017
  48. MARCH 20TH, 2017
  49. APRIL 6TH, 2017
  50. APRIL 11TH, 2017
  51. APRIL 13TH, 2017
  52. IV
  53. MAY 19TH, 2017
  54. MAY 28TH, 2017
  55. JUNE 2ND, 2017
  56. JUNE 16TH, 2017
  57. JUNE 30TH, 2017
  58. JULY 3RD, 2017
  59. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  60. Also by Lauren Shippen
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  62. Newsletter Sign-up

She stopped. At first I didn’t know why but then I realized—I stopped her. Her mouth snapped shut because I didn’t want to know this. Didn’t want to know that my mom’s magical ability was like this. I didn’t want to look down the barrel of my own future, be forced to think about a version of my life where my dreamdiving isn’t just an unwieldy nuisance, isn’t an interesting new part of my life I get to explore, isn’t a place for me to belong or be useful, but is instead something that plagues every moment.

I tried to relax, to concentrate on just being in the dreamworld, not controlling it. I tried to feel my feet on solid ground, focus on rolling my toes one by one and my hold loosened, my mom’s jaw relaxing.

“I won’t apologize for not having the answers to everything, Rose,” she finished. “I wish I had known, I wish that there was something I could have done. But we know now. And you running around as much as possible, avoiding this family like we’re a chore you don’t want to do, will not fix this.”

“Nothing will,” I snapped. “So what’s the fucking point?”

Before I could hear her reply, I was pushed back from the dream, sent hurtling through the nether realm and back into the black void.

I don’t know what to think. I woke up feeling … relieved? Less heavy than I felt when I went to sleep. Like saying all those things, hearing my own roaring voice in my mom’s dream, hot air pushing down the walls of her carefully constructed classroom, lifted a weight from my chest. But a big part of me is terrified that Dream Mom was somehow my real mom, and she’ll remember all of this in the morning.

I think I understand her a little better now, at least. Always struggling to be taken seriously when everything is stacked up against her. People overlook her at work because she’s a nurse, not a doctor, and people are dumb and cruel and think that nurses aren’t as important even though they do, like, 90 percent of the work. And then in the Atypical community, she’s shunned because she’s a psychic and for some reason, in a group of people who can, like, READ MINDS, and TIME TRAVEL and shit, being psychic is too hard to grasp!?!?