Harry Potemkin thought he was a simple back-alley dream surgeon, an unlicensed psychologist with a very unorthodox technique, but he has gotten lost in a dream, and he must figure out if it is his dream or the dream of his Adversary because in one of those two, he doesn't really exist. And so begins the final conflict between a man who has never dreamed, and the man who is just a dream. Are they schizophrenic facets of each other, oneiric combatants locked in a perpetual struggle, or are they each a reflection of the other?

   And the only anchor in either dream is the blackleaf, a rare entheogen that Trinity Pharmacopoeia will stop at nothing to procure, including flooding the dream realm with their poisons. The only bastion still standing in this toxic landscape is a shifting labyrinth of the "Potemkin Mosaic," a four-dimensional dream journal that Harry doesn't recall writing.

   But he must have written it, as it is the collapsed summary of his life. Does he exist, or is he one sentient personality in a damaged psyche desperately trying to heal itself?

 | PSYCHOBABEL, forthcoming from Farrago Press, 2009 |

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