Many years ago as a child of thirteen I had a series of extremely vivid dreams. They spoke to me so greatly that I required therapy according to my mother. The doctor I saw suggested that I keep dream diaries to help understand what the imagery was about...the first time the doctor read one was the last time I saw the man. Years later my second husband Robert found them and encouraged me to make them into books. Each page was hand written on loose leaf paper ad there was lots of them. I amazingly never lost a single page. My husbands niece Jennifer McIntosh gets a thank you for transferring all those pages into digital format for me...that sure was a long and tough job I didn't want to do. The book is actually three short novels in one. Each is filled with images of items that didn't exist at the time such as cell phones, laptops, flash drives, high definition flat screen computer monitors and so on. That was actually the part that stuck in my head....of course the flying dragon fight caught the imagination of others. I am not only as wild inside as the wild man himself...but as odd as the black swan...a beauty certainly and yet...dark and mysterious. We might be royals but what the world doesn't know is how dark everyone can be truly.