Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Praise for Tricia Sullivan
- Also by Tricia Sullivan and available from Titan Books
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Body confidence
- The first cut
- Cardboard box in Wandsworth Town
- How not to be a doormat
- ASMR
- The pigeon sisters
- Flowers for Algernon: the club remix
- Copernican Principle
- The Dark Side
- Why
- Creeper
- Sleepwalkers Anonymous
- Oneric Crime
- Our friend can go again
- Unique and impactful
- Doctor Lady Reverend
- Stack
- Cone of Silence
- Two takeaways plus tea
- Sleep paralysis personified
- Knitters, cat-lovers, tea-drinkers
- Big sky
- Little bird
- Mrs H-W strikes back
- Unfair to snakes
- For real
- Moose reserve
- Delivered by ghost pigeon
- Awake
- Acknowledgements
- About The Author
The Creeper told me to butt out of Mel’s dreams. Again and again. Why didn’t he want me there? What doesn’t he want me to see or do?
About here, I get stuck. Well, I can try to find out more about Antonio. I deactivate Cone of Silence and fire up Spacetime. A little flood of messages comes in, but I don’t look at them right away; I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve. Instead, I Spacetime Antonio. I’ve little hope of actually speaking to him – O suggested he was forced to leave the country and I now feel sure she knows stuff I don’t about all this. So when he picks up I get flustered.
‘Charlie! So good to see you! I’m taking off for Australia tomorrow. I’ve been invited to teach at a retreat in the desert. How are you doing? Those kebab guys aren’t giving you trouble, are they?’
‘I’m good, it’s all fine,’ I lie, smiling. ‘Hey, Antonio, something’s been bugging me and I was just curious.’
‘Sure! Of course! Anything you want to know.’
‘When you contacted O to hire me, you called my business line.’
‘Yeah, well, I wanted to approach you as a professional.’
‘But how did you know about the business? I wasn’t advertising. We hadn’t spoken. Who told you I was a dreamhacker?’
‘Ah! Well, I guess somebody must have, but I can’t remember who. All I can tell you is that the night before I called you, I had a vivid dream about your business card – you know, the one that says “Dreamhacker”? – and how I was going to call you. So when I woke, I looked you up and there you were. Dream therapist, same thing, right?’
‘It actually said Dreamhacker on the card in your dream?’
‘Yeah, definitely. Why?’
‘It’s just that I didn’t start calling myself that until after Shandy ran the marketing numbers for me, which was after you called. I gave Mel a card when I met her. Maybe that’s what you remember.’
Or maybe you’re lying, Antonio.
‘That’s really strange. But I definitely dreamed it. I am always one to listen to the intuition, you know, Charlie? That’s why I reached out to you.’
Then he tells me he’ll send me a postcard from Australia. I end the conversation as quickly as I can. He’s either very clueless or a great actor, and if he were the latter I’m sure with his looks he would have a lot more money, so I’m going with clueless. Which means that someone tampered with his dream. I was brought in to work with Mel by someone other than Antonio, someone who already thought of me as a dreamhacker. Who?