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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: In the near future, paparazzi now have the technology to capture the dreams of the those they are stalking. One young celeb's dreams appear to Put him in the frame for a number of murders carried out in the past, but while he's innocent of the murders, there is a reason behind his guilty recurring dreams...

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Analog, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005

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Words: 11439
Reading time: 32-45 min.
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"'Paparazzi of Dreams' contains some frightening notions about the violations of privacy made possible by advanced technology, and author Kristine Kathryn Rusch does an excellent job, in my opinion, of using vivid images and a distinctive narrator to unfold her compelling tale. I did not really connect with the Brad Pitt-like Xavier enough to sympathize with his fate, but Rusch's message still succeeded, and the choppy style of the narrator made the story exciting for me."--Tangent Online

"I don't get it," she says, adjusting the telephoto.

It's all about waiting--her and me, sitting in the car, waiting for the sun to go down, waiting for our third--Ryan--to signal that Xavier has gone to bed. I'm stuck in the passenger seat with Morgana to my left. She's the experienced one; I'm the rookie. At least, that's how I'm playing it.

We're parked at the end of a dirt road just outside the gate. The guard hasn't seen us, won't come down even if he does. Just call the sheriff and we're off, gone before anyone gets here because we not only have a scanner, we have headquarters with their moles in the various law enforcement agencies all over the country monitoring every call.

Celebrityville USA. We're all so lucky that everyone wants a piece of the action.

"I mean," Morgana says, still fiddling with the focus. She's using the damn camera as a spyglass. "My dreams are just as crazed. Really. The last time I got Xavier, we get the standard naked-in-front-of-a-crowd thing. And you know, it's from his point of view, so except for that quick take at his johnson, we don't see much of anything--just crowd reaction and laughter, lots of laughter. Hell, I can have that dream on my own."

Not with a johnson, I think, but of course I don't say that. I keep my own counsel. Hell, I even keep my own name. I am undercover with the Dream Merchants. They all call me Max, and I've been here long enough to answer to it.