The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 7 – The End


Here is the last installment for The Amazing Dream Journal. If you enjoyed the story, be sure to comment and let other people know what you liked. I’ll have the full PDF version of the story posted soon. Enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal



“That is absolutely ridiculous, Abe,” Liz said. She, Abe and Ray were in the front entry of the school by the office and the crowd was typical for the end of the school day: huge and moving like ants in an anthill recently stomped on.

Abe told the gang what happened to him in detention. It was hard for him to believe, too, but what could he do? These things were spiraling out of his control and the world would soon end in a takeover by Madame Death, her death mobile and an army of kids-turned-werewolf, he was sure!

“Oh, it’s ridiculous alright, Liz. I get that. I’m just saying… they were talking in code and it didn’t look good for ol’ Jessica. They are working together. For sure,” Abe said with finality.

Ray started to talk just as Gravy showed up. “Hey, listen, guys. I’m sure we’ll have Mrs. Whittier again as a sub. Who knows how she is connected with the new girl. Maybe that girl was in Jessica’s class and she saw what Jessica did to get in trouble. You survived detention, right Abe? Nobody turned you into a werewolf or fed you poison, right?”

“Somebody poisoned Abe?” Gravy said.

The intersecting hallways at the front of the school were beginning to quiet down. The crowd was thinning and Gravy’s voice was way too loud. The only thing Abe could do was laugh it off. It didn’t change how he felt though.

“No, Grave. Nobody poisoned me, but that sub for–”

Just then, right in the middle of Abe’s sentence, she showed up.

She had to be over six feet tall. Her hair was an eagle’s nest set on fire. She pulled a luggage carrier behind her with a crate on it – a radioactive symbol was on the crate! This lady was dangerous and Abe knew it, whether or not his people believed it.

Everyone in their group stopped talking and watched as she strolled by. She stopped right in front of them before going out the front door.

“Hi, Abe Table,” she said. “I’m sure we just got off to a bad start. I hope things will go better when I am back next week. Did you enjoy lunch? You don’t feel sick do you?”

Abe felt Liz and Ray turn toward him, felt their eyes punching holes in him. It was a calamity of colossal proportions. She had poisoned him! Just as Abe’s mind was making that connection (and he wasn’t sure his stomach felt well), Werewolf Girl showed up.

“I… no…” Abe didn’t get much out because he was staring (Liz and Ray too), not believing.

“‘Cause I ate one of those lunches and I don’t feel so well,” Mrs. Whittier added.

“Hi, Mom,” the girl said.

If it had been the movies, Abe imagined, he was sure he would have passed out and hit the floor.

“Hi, honey. We’ve got to race to the parlor before sunset. If I don’t deliver everything, someone will turn me into a cadaver.” Mrs. Whittier turned back to Abe and the stunned group. “Goodbye, everyone. Don’t get caught by full moon at night, and don’t let the ghosts bite.” She whirled herself with a chuckle and left with her daughter right at her side.

They got into the hearse and took off. It wasn’t the last time the kids would see her either.

Ray told him on the way home, “I’d stop writing your dreams down, Abe. Maybe we’ve been playing Monster Cards too much. Whatever. Mrs. Whittier seems harmless enough in spite of what she drives. Odd, but harmless. Maybe its all just more evidence for the ghost you have in your kitchen.”

He’d told Abe not to worry. Yeah. Not that easy. One thing was for sure: Abe’s dream journal had been nothing short of amazing, but he wasn’t writing in it anymore.



The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 6 (of 7)


Abe finally faces the Hearse Driver in detention. He only hopes to make it out of there with his life. Enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal


A student at Lake Middle School could end up serving detention in the detention room (big yuck in Abe’s mind) or with a specific teacher, which was preferred. Except in this case. Abe didn’t know why Mr. Harrison had to be gone, but he was wishing, about the time he entered his classroom for the second time that day, that he hadn’t been. The Hearse Driver was sitting in Mr. Harrison’s desk, hair flaming orange and going every which way. Only one other student was there: Jessica! Abe was shocked, but he didn’t say anything as he sat down. He didn’t want another detention. He wondered if she had gotten in trouble in 4th period.

“Welcome, Mr. Table,” the substitute said. “I’m glad you could make it.” She brought him his sack lunch and the standard issue detention form. Everyone had to fill them out and the principal looked them over. Basic stuff: what did you do? How could you have done things differently? What will you do next time? He was starved and looked in the sack to see if there was an apple.

As the sub was walking back to her desk, Jessica looked over from the other corner of the room. She moved her hand across her throat like Abe was going to die or something. Like he even did anything to her. He doubted Jessica even knew that this lady was a hearse driver. That she dealt in death and burial.

The sub whirled to face Jessica. “I’ll kindly remind you that there will be no talking or communicating with each other.”

Didn’t have to tell Abe twice. If anyone could inspire fear, this lady could… if you knew who she was. Jessica obviously didn’t know.

“Um, excuse me, Ms. Whittier,” Jessica began, “but normally we can help each other with homework if we have the same class and brought the homework with us. That’s what Mr. Harrison lets us do.”

While that might be true for some teachers and some classes, including Harrison, Abe seriously doubted that this woman was going to follow those rules. She didn’t have to. Abe thought Jessica would have been better off just opening her mouth and cramming her whole left foot in there.

For a moment, things got real scary. The sub walked right over to Jessica’s desk.

Here it came! She was going to force her to take some sort of poison and she’d be in the back of that hearse by the end of the school day. Abe was glad it was not him, but he couldn’t even wish this on Jessica. No one deserved this.

Just when Abe’s skin was crawling and he couldn’t imagine that things could get worse, they did.

The creepy werewolf horse riding girl showed up outside of the huge windows that looked out into the commons between the classrooms.

Maybe Hearse Driver had the demon werewolf do the dirty work!

Jessica’s eyes were glued to the crazy substitute, from what Abe could see, but, she and the lady caught sight of the Werewolf Girl and Abe thought he saw a flash of pure panic cross Jessica’s face.

Some mysterious communication took place, which Abe didn’t understand. But he thought he could read into the symbols:


Werewolf Girl: points to her arm like she has a watch and then points to the front of the building.

Abe interprets: “When it is time, I will exterminate this loud mouth and take her out.”

Hearse Driver: Nods once while blinking her eyes closed.

Abe interprets: “Yes, my child, you have done well. I’m sure her sleep will be permanent. I will pay you at the next moon.”


All he knew was that it made perfect sense for the werewolf girl to be serving the Mistress of Death, and that he was cooped up in her traveling mortuary with someone who had obviously ticked them off, and now he was certain to die and nothing was going to prevent it.

How in the world he could dream up both of these monsters and make them show up at the same time and working together was beyond his understanding. One thing was for sure: he was going to stop writing the dreams down in his journal.

Abe shut his mouth tight and just hoped he could make it out of detention. He wasn’t very hungry anymore.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 5


Detention looms for Abe and everyone seems to know. The adventure continues today. A couple of scenes left after this one… stay tuned and enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal


“Abe’s dead,” Liz said to Ray when they met at Abe’s locker.

“Well, he looks lively to me,” Ray returned.

“We have trouble, Ray,” Abe said, “and it starts with the sub for Harrison. She is the same lady who was driving the hearse!” Abe’s voice was a high pitched whine like the end of the spin cycle on a washing machine.

“And the girl on the horse is here and she was talking about ghosts – she’s gotta be a werewolf like in Abe’s dream,” Liz said. She bounced on the toes of her feet.

Ray’s face looked like he’d just been hit with shotgun fire, but he calmed down quickly to make sense of things, as usual.

“Okay, slow down, everybody. Slow down,” Ray said.  “First of all, Abe, your hearse driver could have been someone who did a job for your uncle, you know? Maybe that is why she is a substitute teacher: she doesn’t make enough money in the hearse driving business. Go figure. Dark and creepy, I know. But it could be true.

“Second, Liz, werewolves aren’t real.” He shook his head no like he was reinforcing the point to a kindergartener. “They aren’t.” He fixed his stare right into her eyes. “Okay? No. Not real.”

“Yeah, easy to say, Ray. We saw the lady from my dream. Here. We saw the girl. Here. You think that is a coincidence?” Abe’s emotions were wreaking havoc with his mind.

“Abe, look: your mind could have been playing tricks on you. Like maybe you saw the hearse one day at work and didn’t think about it much – I’m sure those show up all the time at the cemetery. And like Pick said those stables produce hundreds of horse riders. Not uncommon to see one there by the park.”

Liz was just getting ready to say something when Ray cut her off shaking his head.

“No, Liz. They aren’t real. As much as Abe and I would like for there to be a werewolf at our school, there isn’t one.”

Liz squinted her eyes and made a pouty mock frown.

The minute bell rang.

“Are you doofs talking about werewolves?” Jessica said, sticking her nose in the little group’s bubble. “Because, oh, news flash: They aren’t real.”

Abe saw Liz stiffen. He thought a lot about the trouble she was causing for herself because she was hanging out with him and Ray. He didn’t want her to have to face more trouble than she already had with her mom and the trouble she had been in at school. Maybe, he thought, ghost hunting and stuff like we do is not the best idea for Liz after all. No matter how badly she wants to belong to our group. Jessica brought him out of his thinking.

“By the way, Abe, the whole sixth grade heard about your detention with the orange haired lady.” In a sing song voice she trailed off as she turned to go to class, “Somebody’s in trouble.”

“I’ve had about enough of her for one day. She’s got a smart mouth and it’s going to get–”

Ray and Abe just stared at Liz.

That was the exact same way she used to be.

“What?” she said. “You guys like being made fun of?”

Ray looked at Abe and then back to Liz. “It’s not that, Liz.”

“We are just glad you are on our side now. That’s all,” Abe said. But all he could think about was the dread of detention after the next period.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 4


Nearing the end of this tale. Here is the fourth scene. Things are definitely becoming more uncomfortable for Abe today! Enjoy!

 Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal


“Abe! Abe!” Liz cried out. Her voice was a little too loud, too eager.

Abe was talking with PeeWee Beauchamp before he went in to Social Studies.

“Okay, PeeWee, but the Sliding Bunch has more health,” Abe was saying while holding up his hand to Liz.

“Abe, We’ve got–” Liz tried to say.

“Hold it, Liz. PeeWee, I’ll let you have it this time. Next time, not so much,” Abe said. He played a monsters card game with several people and they often made moves between classes. PeeWee left and Abe said, “What’s up, Liz?” with a hundred dollar smile.

“Everything.” She leaned her head forward and opened her eyes wide like she was going to scold him. “You aren’t going to belie–”

Just then, the bell rang and the two had to dart into the classroom to be considered on time.

Liz whispered on the way to their seats, “The girl on the horse is here at school and she was running from ghosts.”

“What?” Abe turned to look at Liz and she ran into his sudden stop. “What?” He looked at her like she had turned into a wild turkey. They sat down, Abe fighting a wild panic that topped talking with a turkey.

And that’s when the substitute asked for everyone’s attention. Liz and Abe turned for the first time to notice they had a sub and they both stared: It was the lady who had been driving the hearse! Abe thought he was going to be sick. He was turning into the freak of Lake Middle School. It was reminding him of the Cornelia Funke book, Inkheart. He didn’t want his dreams chasing him down in real life. This was all too much and it was freakin’ him out so much he knew he needed to talk with Ray.

“We gotta see Ray ASAP,” Liz said. Abe thought she was reading his mind… and using terms like ASAP that she learned from Mr. Harrison. He said it all the time.

He leaned forward, closer to her desk. The substitute, who had written her name on the board, Mrs. Whittier, was saying something. All Abe heard was that creatures and people and ghosts from his dreams were coming to invade his life. He whispered to Liz, “Yeah, you got that right.”

“Young man,” Mrs. Whittier said, “I’ll remind you only once that I expect you to be listening when I am talking, okay?”

He nodded. Argh! Abe thought. I’m already a target and I’ve got real life issues to worry about! He dug through the pencil pouch in his binder looking for a #2 pencil. He found it! A never-before-used #2. Perfectly unsharpened! Tapping Liz on the shoulder, he headed to the pencil sharpener in the back of the room, expecting her to follow.

“When I am finished teaching you and give you time to write,” Mrs. Whittier was saying, “I’ll allow you to ask permission to sharpen pencils.” The room was quiet and everyone’s eyes were on Abe.

He turned and couldn’t believe that this lady could single him out so easily, so cleverly. Then it dawned on him that he shouldn’t only be panicked about the ghost-fleeing horse girl, this lady was a hearse driver! She could be planning on capturing him if he kept breaking her rules.

“What is your name?” She asked. Abe noticed that all eyes went to her and then back to him. It was like a tennis match. And he knew who was going to win.

“Abe Driver… I mean, Hearse. Table. Abe Table,” he corrected as quickly as he could but knew he was in deep now. He was dead. She would poison him by lunch and pack him in her little death mobile by the final bell.

“Yes, well, Mr. Table, why don’t you join me here at lunch for detention.” She picked up where she had left off like nothing ever happened. Game, set, match. He lost.

Liz looked back at him and mouthed “Sorry.” Now, Abe knew they had to get to Ray as soon as class was over… before he met his doom at lunch.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 3


Here we go with the third scene in the story. If you are just tuning in, make sure you go back and read the posts that have Part 1 and 2. Enjoy!

Abe Table and The Amazing Dream Journal

Part 3


“…Ghosts,” the girl declared. “That’s what I was running from. They were all over the place: behind the recliner, coming out of the fireplace, swirling around the light hanging in the kitchen. Everywhere!”

A group of kids formed a ring in the hallway and the new girl was the diamond. The girl gestured too much with her hands like she was on stage. At least, that’s what Liz thought. She was standing just outside the ring of listeners with Jessica McMulligan. The minute bell was going to ring any moment and she still had to get to Language Arts upstairs.

“OMG, Jess. My gosh. Unbelievable!” Liz said.

“I know. Unreal. I’ve gotta go, Liz. This girl is crazy. Can you believe that?” Jessica asked.

“Well, a week ago I wouldn’t have,” Liz said. “But that’s not what’s crazy. I’ve gotta find Abe and Ray.” The two girls began threading their way down the hallway leaving the ring of listeners and the ghost-girl. “But you know how Abe is,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That boy is messing with my thinking.” She knew this was crazy beyond belief. This was the girl from the horse! She tried to play it off as not that big a deal with Jessica, but she knew she had to get to Abe ASAP.

“Yeah, Liz, you should be careful. You are hanging around him and his friends a lot lately.”

“There’s nothing to be careful about, Jess. He and Ray and those guys are nice. Weird sometimes, but nice. Anyway, we saw that girl this weekend. She was riding a horse down the middle of the road by the state park. She looked panicked. Like she’d seen a ghost.”

The girls reached the stairs and began to climb. “Oh, so you’ve started believing all of Abe’s ghost stories and stuff now. The stuff you used to make fun of.”

Liz felt attacked. Her eyes narrowed and she tensed, but she let out a long breath, trying to stay calm. “Hey! I know what I saw, that’s all,” she said.

“You think this girl really saw ghosts?” Jessica asked.

Liz chewed on it as they climbed.

“Liz! Did you study for Math?” Someone said going the opposite way down the stairs.

“Who was that?” Liz asked as she looked back through the endless crowd.

“Not sure,” Jessica said. “So what do you think, Liz?”

“Oh, about the girl? Well, who knows,” she said as she peeled off from Jessica. “Maybe.” But that’s not what Liz thought at all. In fact, she thought about Abe’s dream. Not only did this girl probably see ghosts, there was a very good chance she was a werewolf. Liz saw Abe down the hallway and, clutching her notebook, she snaked her way through the crowd as fast as she possibly could toward him. She had to talk to him before class started. Had to. She didn’t know what bothered her more: a werewolf or the fact that she was starting to think like Abe and Ray.

The Amazing Dream Journal – Part 2



Abe hadn’t dreamed anything wild (that he could remember) for the rest of the weekend so his little dream journal was quiet. He thought of that as he entered the Monday morning cafeteria and looked for Ray. Students weren’t allowed to go to their lockers in the morning until 7 minutes before class started. But they could eat breakfast. Abe and his crew always sat together. Monday was the big story day. Whatever happened on the weekend made its way out onto the table and Abe wasn’t too glad about what happened on Saturday morning. He knew that was going to be the headline.

When everyone had gotten their breakfast and sat down – James, whose nickname was Pick, Elijah, who was called Gravy, Liz and Ray – Ray kicked it off.

“Alright. No one has a better story than we do. But anyone can have a shot at it. Pick? Gravy?”

“Hey, Ray, I saw a chicken fight with a snake at my grandpa’s. That is pretty good. I even took some video on my phone,” Pick said. He showed the video. “The snake slithered off, so I guess the chicken won.”

“Got anything with crocodiles?” Gravy asked.

“Yeah, Elijah, like James’s grandpa has crocodiles…” Liz said.

Abe smiled. He knew that Liz was who she was. There was no changing that. She could be funny sometimes and rude or snappy sometimes. Mostly she just needed a group to belong to. Now, after the whole Liza Thurman problem, she belonged to them.

“Well, old Abe, here, has a little something that everyone needs to hear,” Ray said. He looked at Abe and nodded.

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve had some weird dreams lately that we better watch out for. Like, I’ve been dreaming some things and then seeing them in real life,” Abe said.

“Tell ‘em about the car, Abe,” Liz said.

“I did see a white hearse in my dream on friday night and when Ray and Liz and I were fishing at the park on Saturday morning, we saw the car from my dream.”

“I dreamed that charcoal colored aliens were dragging me off a cliff in my house last night,” Gravy said. “Should I be worried?”

Everyone laughed a little. But Abe was already feeling uncomfortable inside. Why was stuff showing up from his dreams?

“That’s not all Abe dreamed. He saw a werewolf riding a horse the same night and we saw a girl ride by, on the road, on a horse,” Liz threw in.

“There is a stable right by the park. A big one. My sister goes there for riding lessons with a friend of hers,” Pick said.

Abe held his hands palms up like it was the greatest mystery to him. And it was. For some reason, Pick’s explanation didn’t help; he was still worried.

“See, Abe, nothing to worry about,” Ray said as if he knew what Abe was thinking.

Abe Table and the Amazing Dream Journal – Part 1


So, Here it is. The first installment of the Amazing Dream Journal. Enjoy!

Abe Table and the Amazing Dream Journal

Side of the Road

While the sun tried to find a way through broken clouds, Abe Table and his two friends, Ray and Liz, waited at the entrance to the state park. Waited to be picked up. And waited.

“Is your mom ever coming, Abe, or what?” Ray asked. He was kicking stray gravel rocks across the road, soccer style, lining them up like a corner kick.

“She’ll be here. She texted me and said when she was leaving and that has been about 15 minutes. She’ll be here,” Abe said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got to get to soccer tryouts, Abe. You know that,” Ray said.

“Look, Ray, she is on her way,” Liz said. “What more do you want? A helicopter pick up?” Liz picked up a small rock and threw it at the park sign… and missed.

Like the road it was on, the little wood sign for the park wasn’t large. Abe held a fishing pole and a small box with fishing lures. They had been hanging out at the park. Abe fished. Nothing was unusual about where they were or what they were doing.

They all heard the clopping sound at the same time. None of them could see what was causing the rhythmic beat, but it was from somewhere beyond where the road bent around the trees along an edge of the park.

They all turned.

“Sounds like a horse,” Ray said. “…on the road.”

“Maybe it’s Abe’s mom coming to pick you up and take you to your tryouts,” Liz said. “I’m sure she knows you’re in a hurry. And what’s faster than a horse?”

“Hey, funny thing,” Abe said. “I dreamed of someone riding on horseback last night. Only he was scared to death of something and was galloping like his life depended on it. Like he was running from someone. He was in a dark robe thing and I think he had claws like some creature or something.”

Except it wasn’t a funny thing. Abe was having bizarre dreams recently and writing them down because he read that if you wrote them down, you could actually begin to control them. And it was starting to scare him a bit; he didn’t want to be trying to control creatures on horse’s backs.

The horse might have been a quarter mile from them when it came into view. It was galloping down the middle of the street… as hard as it could. The rider was hunched over. As the horse came closer, Abe’s eyes grew larger.

A young girl was driving the horse at a full gallop, constantly looking back over her shoulder and then forward to where she was going. She looked panicked.

The three kids stepped back into the weeds. As the rider blazed past them, she glanced their way. Abe was sure she made eye contact with him.

They all three looked at each other.

“Whoa! That was weird,” Ray said.

“Table, does stuff like this happen to you a lot?” Liz asked. She’d known Abe long enough to know that he had some pretty odd ideas about ghosts and cemeteries and strange appearances.

“Yeah, Liz, you should know it does. You were there for the ghost-in-the-kitchen ordeal… and the ghost in the graveyard,” Ray said.

“Well, those don’t count: they weren’t real. That horse just went by. For real.”

Abe said, “It’s weird, but, you know, it’s not like my dream was coming true or I saw the future. And it was not the same person. This was just some girl on her horse. Things like this happen all the time.” But he didn’t believe that for one minute.

Liz edged over to Abe and Ray. “Yeah, well, if you say you dreamed a giant rollercoaster with ghosts on it showed up at our school, and one actually does, I’m gonna say you’re a freak of nature.” She was looking directly into Abe’s eyes.

He thought it was creepy when Liz did stuff like that. He guessed Liz was still getting used to being friends with him and Ray and she sometimes slipped into her old habits. Like being mean or rude.

Ray stepped in holding his hands out as if parting two boxers in a ring. “Okay, guys. Abe, you’re not a freak. And Liz, weird things just happen sometimes. We can’t judge people without exploring what is going on. That is something Abe here is pretty good at.”

“Sorry, Abe,” Liz said. She smiled – and it wasn’t that nasty smile she used to wear – and said,   “Did you dream anything else that we should know about and explore?”

“Yeah,” Abe returned looking down at the ground. “Yeah. It’s even more ridiculous.”

“Come on, Abe, let’s hear it,” Ray said.

“A hearse.”

“A what?” Liz snarled.

“A hearse,” Abe said. “You know, a car that hauls a coffin to a cemetery. I dreamed I saw a white one with a crazy looking woman driving it.” Saying it out loud was even dumber sounding than when he wrote it in his journal. Was he out of his mind?

“Not too unusual for a kid who works at a cemetery, right?” Liz said.

“Of course not, Liz. See what I mean?” Ray raised his hands over his head like Liz had just proven gravity. “Abe is just a regular guy like us. Now, when is your mom getting here, Abe? I’ve got tryouts to get ready for this afternoon.”

Just then, Abe’s mom turned the corner and pulled off the road to pick them up. When they had all piled in her minivan, she pulled onto the road and asked how the morning went.

Abe described how the fish weren’t biting but they saw a snake and found a creek they had never seen before.

Ray was trying to get his attention from the seat behind. Liz was staring out the window on her side.

“Abe. Abe,” Ray whispered. He made a motion with his head and leaned close to the front seat. “Look behind us.”

Liz turned. “What?” she whispered with her eyes wide open.

Abe turned too and felt his blood turn cold: A hearse followed them. And it was white.