Nightmares Can Be Murder (A Dream Club Mystery) Read Online Free

what you mean. Well, I can certainly give it a try,” Lucinda said quickly, grabbing her purse. Like Samantha, she seemed eager to make her getaway. “Thanks for the goodies, Ali,” she added, standing up. “Everything was delicious, as always.”
    “My pleasure,” Ali said. Our eyes met and she gave a tiny frown and then an almost imperceptible nod toward Dorien. I knew we both were thinking the same thing: sometimes this woman is simply impossible!
    Sybil was the last to leave, stopping for a moment to pet Barney, who’d roused from his slumber and gave her that slow blink that cats do when they’re fond of someone. “Such a handsome boy,” she murmured, running her hand over his glossy coat. She turned and touched my arm. “So nice to have you with us, Taylor. I expect you’ll be in town for a while?”
    “Oh, I certainly hope so. I think it would be easy to fall in love with Savannah.”
    “Indeed it is,” she agreed. “I’ve spent my whole life here and I’m still discovering beautiful places to visit and things to do.” She moved closer and I caught a whiff of her delicate lavender perfume. “Anytime you want a guide, I’ll be happy to give you a tour of the city.”
    “Thanks, that’s really nice of you.”
    “Have a good night’s rest and try to think pleasant, healing thoughts before you go to sleep,” she said in a low voice. “You don’t dream at all anymore, do you?”
    She caught me by surprise. “Well, no, actually I don’t.” My mind zinged.
How does she know this about me?
    Sybil nodded. “I think I know why. I have the feeling that you don’t allow yourself to have dreams”—she paused—“because you had a bad experience sometime in your life. Maybe you had night terrors as a child. That would be my best guess, my dear. At some level, I think you’re afraid to dream so you’re blocking them. Your fear is holding you back, and that’s not healthy.”
    I blinked in surprise. Her best guess? She was right on target. It’s true that I suffered from night terrors as a child, but there was no way in the world Sybil could have known this. I walked her to the front door, wondering if the woman really could be psychic.
    “I know the night terrors were disturbing to you,” she said softly, giving me a keen look, “but it’s best not to read too much into them. Just try to put them out of your mind, if you can. Everyone has vivid, disturbing dreams from time to time, and I don’t recommend dwelling on them. By keeping yourself from dreaming, you’re not letting your subconscious mind do the work it needs to do. “
    “Thank you, I’ll be sure to remember that.” I felt a little chill go through me, but I tried to keep my tone neutral and plastered a bland expression on my face.
    “Bad dreams happen for a reason, Taylor,” she said carefully. Her voice was now barely a whisper, her eyes were full of shadows. “They have something to tell us, and the message becomes apparent soon enough. You know what they say, the truth always comes out in the end.” She paused. “Oh, and tell Barney he can find that little catnip mouse—the blue one with the orange tail—under the refrigerator. He lost it a week ago, and I finally had a dream about it last night.”
    “I’ll be sure to tell him.” My eyes widened, and I caught myself wondering if this woman was for real. “I know he’ll appreciate it.”
She dreams about cats and their lost toys?
    On that very odd note, I said good night and decided to ask Allison if she’d said anything to Sybil about my nightmares. I felt uncomfortable thinking she might have discussed my personal life with her friends, and I vowed to get to the bottom of it.
    And I decided to ask her about Barney and his missing catnip mouse. Just in case.

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    “Oh my gosh, you’ve must have gotten another shipment of Chunky bars and Mallo Cups, Allison. And what are these? Chocolate Ice Cubes! I haven’t seen these in years. I didn’t even know they