Between adjusting to life as a newlywed and trying to survive the first month of medical school, Sara Alderson has a lot on her plate. She definitely doesn’t need to start visiting other people’s dreams again. Unfortunately for her, it’s happening anyway.
Every night, she sees a different person and a different dream. But every dreamer has one thing in common: they all hate Dr. Morris, the least popular professor in the medical school, and they’re all dreaming about seeing him – or making him – dead.
Once again, Sara finds herself in the role of unwilling witness to a murder before it happens. But this time, there are too many suspects to count, and it doesn’t help matters that she hates Dr. Morris every bit as much as any of his would-be murderers do.
Dream Doctor is the first book of the Dream Doctor Mysteries.
This book is currently #24 in its category on Amazon.com. It reached #1 in its category two weeks ago, and the entire series is selling well.
I’ve been a medical student for exactly one week and already I feel like I’m a month behind. It’s very little comfort that nearly everyone else in my class feels pretty much the same.
Well, I will admit that when Janet Black confessed to me – without prompting – that she felt like she was already two months behind, it did cheer me up a little bit.
I knew it would be like this, but knowing and experiencing are very different things. However unpleasant “Lecture – 8:00 AM to 12:30 PM,” Monday through Friday sounds, it’s much, much worse. And that’s just the mornings.
A few weeks ago I was laying out on a beautiful beach. Nothing but white sand and crystal-blue water, sipping a pina colada from a coconut with my husband – that still sounds weird to say – right next to me. Just a few weeks, but it already seems like another lifetime.
I wish I was back there.
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The morning lectures are finished for today; two hours of biochemistry, two hours of Human Development. Now I’ve got an hour for lunch before my first ever Clinical Human Anatomy session. Also known as Gross Anatomy. Also known as dissection.
Whether to eat or not is a dilemma. I’ve been warned that it’s best to come to the first few sessions with an empty stomach, until I get comfortable with the smell of formaldehyde. I’ve also been assured that I will become comfortable with it, probably quicker than I think (or want). On the other hand, it seems to me that standing over a body, scalpel in hand, isn’t the best time to go light-headed from hunger. I compromise with a coke and a small bag of chips. I ought to be able to keep that down, no matter how gruesome it gets.
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