I received four stories over a few months from dreams that came over a period of days and stayed in my mind until I wrote them down, and others via my subconscious. When I was sitting in my car at the beach and events happened that forced me to go home and sit at my computer, the stories came at great speed into my mind, and I typed them out and read them afterwards. The first is about a young girl who has moved to London for her new job working for the government. She meets a young gypsy who wants to tell her something. They have a connection, and events lead her to join him in the summer at the gypsy encampment, where she learns of her true family. Her life changes from there. The second story, again from a dream over a period of days, is a love story. A girl has a past that gets in the way. The third story I love. I was sitting in my car at the beach and words ran across the book I was trying to read. I drove home, and before I arrived at my door, the words were pushing their way into my head. I sat and typed as fast as my fingers could keep me going, and then it ended. I did not know what I wrote, so I read the story: an amusing plan by six young adults to have a mystery holiday, while at the same time creating fun things for each of them to do while waiting for clues at their hotel, each one filled with mischief. It had an amusing twist for the ending. However, that night I had to get up and go to my computer and continue with a second part to the story. I really enjoyed it. The final story was very emotional for me. There was heartache, the mystery of where your soul goes after death, how life continues on a new path, and who is in charge.