Dream Weaver

Henry thinks he has picked the perfect day to take the edge off life and the perfect spot to do it in. Not so.

There are unseen forces at work that run interference.

He soon finds out why.

It should have been a perfect day for daydreaming. Except there is that strange slipping and sliding that occurs when he least expects it. When reality seems to go out of sync and he ends up in places he does not remember going. What is it that actually happens in those moments? What does he do to put that look of utter fascination on other people's faces?

These are the very things that upset his apple cart. That leave him disorientated and with a nail-biting kind of worry.

It is summer solstice, the time when a door opens to another dimension and reality becomes flexible, malleable. It so happens that in that other dimension there are those who have something else in mind for him than dreaming the day away.

On the one hand there are the incorrigible, mischievous pranksters who want him to be their new dream master. They are adamant it is his duty to help them out of a pickle that they have themselves created.

On the other hand there are the dream bubbles. They persistently try to point him in the direction of a more urgent and important destiny that he has to fulfil.

And all because he has an ability he knows nothing about. Yet.