Prologue
Dreams are real.
Scientists say they are not sure why we dream. They assume dreams are a combination of verbal, visual, and emotional stimuli combined into sometimes fragmented nonsense. No one can be sure what they are, but dreams have inspired people. Stephen King said he received inspiration for his books from his dreams. I thought it was an entertaining idea.
I read an article online that said early civilizations thought dream worlds were real, physical worlds that they could enter only from their dream state. I thought it was very interesting.
A man said his college Sociology professor taught a theory: our souls leave our bodies when we sleep and our dreams are remnants of its experiences. That was my favorite theory. I can think of that now and not cry. The pain of his betrayal still lingers.
For me, my dreams led to my real self and to my real home. I realized the repetition of my dreams when I was a little girl. I didn’t care about them until I moved to Lee, Texas.
This is the story of me, the life and dreams of Regina Roth. Regina no longer exists, but through her, our stories will finally be told.