I flipped out and shrilled. I was able to grab the ledge with my fingertips before I fell and became roadkill. “Wait!” I cried out. “Luna! Who you you?”

“You idiot. I’m your cat.” With that Luna dug her sharp claws, turned fingernails, into my knuckles. I released my grip and fell fifty feet to my death.

Narcolepsy is all Jamie knows in his twelve years of existence, and it’s been ramping up in a dangerous way. As he plunges into a dreamworld filled with oversized, evil animals wearing jeans and a maniacal madman named The Chevalier, Jamie must overcome his own, selfish desires to save the life of his sister and the safety of others. Being a Dreamweaver is a difficult job. Will Jamie ever be free?