Creating Dreams, is the third book in my trilogy. Damaged Merchandise showed the reader the hopes and
dreams that can come alive through sobriety. Its prequel War Zone, shares my struggles with my first two
years of sobriety.
And now Creating Dreams takes you on the journey of an Adult Child, dealing with the anger and confusion
of a dysfunctional childhood, up to the point of addiction.
Addiction not only to drugs and alcohol but also to women and people that would fall for the manipulative
games played during those insane times.
Creating Dreams is the prequel to War Zone and it lets go the last secrets of the past.
Dave Harm learned as a child, that abuse was acceptable, whether physically, sexually, or emotionally. The
ends justified the means.
Written as an Adult Child of an Alcoholic and as an alcoholic himself, every chapter shares a part of his past. From childhood, to
grade school, to high school, and college, the path to destruction can be seen as every page screams for help...
|Creating Dreams book trailer
Can a child learn to live and function in society, while memories of a dysfunctional past haunt him? This is my question. A
question, which I have not been able to answer, satisfactorily till this day. Yes, I'm alive, now over 50 years of age, but I still find
trouble trying to function. I know how to survive. I learned that at a very early age. With two drunken parents, two brothers filled
with anger and rage, and another brother who ran away and never looked back, survival got me to this point. But there has got to
By the time I was seven years old, I was on my way to being a master manipulator. Anything I could do, to give my life any
resemblance of peace I would try. At this age, my major weapon was - lying. I lied for my drunken mom, so she wouldn't be beaten
by a father, who would come home from work expecting dinner and finding nothing. Hi Dad. Mom has been in bed all day, she's
really sick. A silence would fill the room. He knew I was lying, but somewhere in his own mind, he also knew I was a child. For an
hour, maybe a little more, the house was quiet. During that time, Dad would drink his scotch and waters. Two, three, maybe four.
Pacing the house, any attempts to have a conversation with him, was a waste of time. As time past, you could cut the tension with
a knife. Death hung in the air. Dad was ready to explode, and Mom would pay the price, for drinking all day. For sleeping, when
there was no supper. For not being responsible enough, to make sure their filthy kid, took a bath. Anything and everything would
be her fault, and she would pay the price. Growing up in this situation I began to feel the weight of the world. I came to believe
these beatings were a direct result of my actions. Smacks could be heard throughout the house. The silence was now broken,
with the screams of my Mom and the yells of Dad. Walls would shake, as she was repeatedly thrown against them, or picked up
from the floor and slammed down once again. What is a child suppose to do? I still hear the screams. I see the black eyes, the
swollen cheeks, and hear my father’s words. If you don't quit drinking, I'll kill you.
Creating Dreams is available by order through any book store or on-line at unusual prices. I no longer list them here because of
the insane prices the publisher (PublishAmerica) is asking for it. And through this publisher I have not received a royalty check in
over seven years. Please don't buy my books on-line. You pay a crazy price and I get nothing. Buy it here and help keep the site
alive. And every purchased book will be autographed. Click here to order yours today.
I can sell this book at roughly half the cost that they are trying to sell it for and they will also be autographed.
Creating Dreams presents...
from the nightmares of hell