by Richard Davies Davis

Created on: October 16, 2007   Last Updated: August 06, 2008

Excerpts from The Dream. A mystical love story.

The Dream is dedicated to my wife who passed away 7/5/2008. It was her idea which inspired me to write this story.
The story centers on Catherine Colonessi, a young married woman who appears to have everything.
A beautiful home in Beverly Hills, a successful husband, and wonderful teenage son.
All seems to be well, until she falls in love with a man in her dreams.

These dreams are so real, and sequential, that Catherine finds difficulty in separating dreams from reality.
She feels sure that Benjamin, the man of her dreams, exists, and tries to find him.
Thus begins the mystery which takes many twists and turns, until it reaches a shocking unexpected ending.

I enjoy writing mysteries, and quirky tales, and have tried to combine these elements to a love story.

I hope you will enjoy some excerpts from The Dream.
The complete novel is now available. It is published as 'Stained Glass'.

Catherine was awakened suddenly...
Griselda, her housekeeper, was knocking on the bedroom door. An instant later, the door almost burst from it's hinges as Adrianna entered in typical dramatic fashion.
"Come on Cathy. I m running late. Some of us have to work for a living." She added, tongue in cheek.
Griselda, who had tried unsuccessfully to prevent Adrianna from entering, gave a look of disapproval and returned to her housework.
Adrianna was Catherine's older sister by one year. They were of Italian descent, and as like, yet unalike as sister's can be. Both had raven black hair, and olive skin. Adrianna was a very attractive women, and Catherine a timeless beauty.
"Just give me a minute hon." Catherine entered her bathroom.
"I'll get us cappuccinos." Adrianna said, as she left the room.

A short time later she found Adrianna and Griselda in the kitchen.
"I 'll be doing hair and then lunch with madam. She'll bring me home after-wards." She informed Griselda before they left the house.
Outside, the sun was already warm, and promised a hot day.
Catherine's house on Maple Drive was smaller than many of the dwellings in Beverly Hills. It was a impressive Mediterranean style two level home of terracotta, marble and Italian stone.

As they drove towards the nearby shopping district, Catherine looked out of the car's window and thought about her life. She had lived in that house ever since she married her husband Franco, eighteen years earlier.
Her parent's Paulo and Anna had immigrated to the United states, as many had after the Second world war. They were both from

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