Jessamy Sleigh Discovering Her Superpower
I still remember that dismal dream. It was the strangest that I had had yet, and that is saying something, since I am the ripe, old age of 60 and hold a strangely lengthened dream memory. At least that was what my husband, Anders Sleigh told me while we were both still alive, God rest his soul. I still remember the very first dream I had, on my fourth birthday, down to the dot (March 20, 1965 was the day, if you happen to be a mathematician who wishes to know), the first thing about the dream was that it smelled of pink cotton candy and was full of a make-believe cast, with characters such as Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile from the classic book written by Bernard Waber of the mouse from another book written by Beverly Cleary. They were all sociable, and I was taller and larger than them in every way because of how close I was to my fourth age. When I would learn how to read later that year, who knew what books I would invest myself in the storylines of? I would put away the Fox in the Socks cre...