Weekend #ShortStories: Can’t Find My Way Home — & #NewBook Dan Antion’s When Evil Chooses You

Saturday, December 3, 2022

When Evil Chooses You Dan Antion

“When Evil Chooses You” is now available on Amazon in Paperback and for Kindle

Welcome back to the Teagan Zone.  This “Shorts for the Weekend” series has taken a turn from reader provided photos to songs from readers. Sometimes serendipity jumps in, and causes me to share more than I ordinarily might.  When Dan Antion offered Steve Winwood’s Can’t Find My Way Home in response to my request for songs that I could use as story inspiration, several things came together.

Firstly, Dan has just published the third book in his Dreamer’s Alliance series, When Evil Chooses You.  Naturally I wanted to share that news.  As you could deduce from the series title, dreaming plays an important part in these stories.  That was the second thing that prompted me to use a song Dan offered.  Third, that song, Can’t Find My Way Home is a song that has particular significance for me. 


I love the song, not just because it’s beautiful, but because I can’t find my way home.  You see, for as long as I can remember I’ve had two kinds of recurring dreams.  The details vary, but the themes are always the same.  (A third theme started this year, but the first two have been part of my nightly sojourns for decades.)

When all these connecting points presented themselves, I decided to make a Twilight Zone-ish story of a dream.  Don’t analyze the dream.  I already know what the dreams mean.  As I said, take it as a story.

Forgive the terrible production of this little sound snippet.  I decided that the poor quality actually went with the surreal nature of this story.

And here it begins…


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Revised. I’m not a professional. I removed my audio clip. Nobody wants to hear that. Eye Roll.

Can’t Find My Way Home

Photo by Dan Antion
Photo by Dan Antion

After decades of these dreams, a part of my mind realizes when one is beginning.  Although, that doesn’t mean I can do anything about it.

Having left the office for lunch, I drove my car, looking for my usual restaurant.  However, the familiar building wasn’t where I expected it to be.  I drove around searching.  Eventually I spotted the shortcut I used to get to the drive-through.  The road was blocked.

Circling around, I managed to get into the parking lot.  Bits of trash littered the pitted asphalt pavement.  The speaker setup was scratched, dented, and inoperable.  The building was empty and long abandoned.  Confusion settled onto me. 

Fog across road Telegraph poles Dan Antion
Photo by Dan Antion

I maneuvered the car back onto the street to go back to work.  It was too late for lunch.  Actually, I realized it was too late to go back to work at all.  The office would be closed.  I started toward home.  Suddenly, I couldn’t remember how to get home.

“Just start driving,” I told myself.  “You’ll remember once you get started.  Just follow your nose.  You’ll get there eventually,” I added, when after some distance I still had no idea where I was.

Brown leaves littered the sides of the two-lane road.  It would be dark soon, making it even harder for me to find my way home.

I came to a cross street.  It seemed familiar.  I turned there, sure that home was near.  To my frustration, the street let into a hilly little community.  Somehow, I knew home was somewhere just beyond sight… yet utterly out of reach.

Klaus Hausmann Pixabay
Klaus Hausmann, Pixabay

The dream shifted and I was walking, my car forgotten.  I continued down the sidewalk looking at the old but quaint houses on either side of the road.  Every home was on an embankment or hill, which was higher than the street.  Grass was vibrant, colors were all around.  People worked in their yards or moved around doing ordinary things.  It might have seemed like a nice place if I had been able to figure out how to get home.

The comfort of the scene evaporated when I saw something farther up the hillside on the right side of the road.  An area was enclosed.  A once brightly painted carved entrance was faded and chipped.  Thin wire fencing was the only boundary — for a group of adult lions.

Some lions milled about restlessly.  One in particular sat atop a little flat-roofed shelter, intently watching everything that moved in the neighborhood.  He was large with a long mane and bright intelligent eyes.

“It’s alright,” a woman stopped and told me.

Skeptically I returned her gaze.  I was worried about any other animals, dogs and cats that might be in the community.  They would be in danger from the lions.

The woman was a little older than my dream-self.  She had dark medium-length hair and a prominent nose.  She wore semi-boho clothes, like someone who had once been a hippie.

“The lions can’t leave their enclosure,” she said and then started talking to me, though I’ve no idea what she said.

Without questioning it in the dream, I turned the opposite direction from the way I was headed, and I went with her toward her house.  She could help me find the way home.  There would be a phonebook and I could look up the number of someone to help me.

Then, the lions… you know, the ones who couldn’t get out of that haphazard shabby looking enclosure?  They got out.  Chaos ensued as the lions ranged the streets.  It didn’t seem to bother the woman, but just the same, we were quick to get inside her house.

Klaus Hausmann Pixabay
Klaus Hausmann, Pixabay

There was a lot of disorganized stuff in her house.  A carved wooden chair was stacked full of magazines and books, but none were a phone book.  In fact, on the crowded table where the telephone should have been, there was no phone.

“It must be in here,” she said offhandedly and led me down a very narrow hall.

My need to get home was intense.  I thought about the hilly view I saw when I first entered that neighborhood.

There was nothing on the other side of the hill from the community.  All the roads that led home were gone.  Everything dead-ended there.  In the distance I had seen trees and other houses, but they were far away, with no way to reach them.  And home… I had no memory of how to get home or even of where it should be.

And the lions…  Distantly I heard them roar and people scream.

Smiling encouragingly, the woman opened a dull gray door.

I stepped inside.  Steep narrow stairs extended downward into darkness.  A basement.  I sensed movement in that impenetrable black.  Something much more dangerous than the lions waited in that dark windowless room.  Something utterly evil.

The door clicked closed behind me.

The end.

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Thanks to Dan Antion for letting me use his photos again.  I hope you’ll visit him and wish him well with his new book.  Friendly comments here are encouraged.  Hugs!


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101 thoughts on “Weekend #ShortStories: Can’t Find My Way Home — & #NewBook Dan Antion’s When Evil Chooses You

      1. Anyone trying out something out of the ordinary has my support – from my own teen years I know what it feels to be different and people having clue what you are trying to say or do, lol.

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  1. Wow! The dream was so interesting. It started out relatable, like many can’t get home dreams, but then the suspense kept building. Very TZ. Great song, too! This slow reader looks forward to reading Dan’s second book after finishing Dead of Winter 13 which I’m savoring. I will eventually complete each series, alternating yours and Dan’s books.

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    1. Ha! That makes one of us, Teri. You are braver than me. If something in the basement is worse than lions roaming the streets stalking people, then I do not want to turn on the light and see it. o_O 😉 It might make a question for Bad Moon Rising next year — Do you go to the bottom of the stairs to see what the evil is? Or do you claw at the door and try to get out?
      Have a great rest of the week. Hugs.

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  2. That was a scary story, Teagan! I could feel that intense desire to get home and inability to remember the way. How painful. The end added a whole new layer of terror.

    And I didn’t realize Dan has a third book out! I just go and check it out. 🙂

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  3. I thought you were getting ready to write a story, and then I realized that you were sharing your story about finding you way home! Very original and unique! Thank you for sharing, very original, very unique! !

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    1. Thanks for your encouragement, Ms. Frances. Yes, that version of the dream-theme was a little different from most, with the brightly colored “boho” neighborhood. The lions are the third theme I mentioned, which started about six months ago. This dream combined the two recurring themes. Have a beautiful week. Hugs on the wing.


  4. Love that song. I have it on a CD I play in my car, #1. Seems funny but as you say, true, that we are driving about by can’t find our way home. The evil you sense in the basement, that’s ever present too. Good blog, and good luck to Dan with his new book.

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    1. Thanks Resa. I’ve been a fan of Steve Winwood forever. I’ve been listening to songs from his 1980s album ‘Arc of the Diver’ the past few weeks. I didn’t know Teagan was a fan. I love it when things work like this.

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  5. Egads, that’s an ominous ending!

    For decades He-Man has had a recurring dream about not being able to get home. We thought it might end when we moved to NV, but he’s still having the dream. I hope you both find the place you’re meant to be so the dream stops!

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    1. Deborah, I’m sorry to hear that. I had not heard of anybody else having this, especially not recurring. Although these dreams are supposed to be common among those of us with PTSD. For me, it’s not really about *where* I am in the waking world. My dreams have moments where I can’t *remember* the way home, but it’s mostly about roadblocks and/or roads and places changing or even vanishing. (And since home is my “safe place” they are frightening.) So it’s all tied up in trauma, and the fact that I never had the fundamental sense of safety. I can’t find my way home because home represents safety, but I never feel safe. I don’t assume to have any idea what’s behind He-Man’s dreams, but wish him, and you, pleasant nights. Hugs.

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    1. That’s good feedback, Tim. I’ve known several writers to wait until they had finished a trilogy before publishing the first book. That way readers know they won’t be left hanging (that the series is really finished). I think Dan took that advice. Me… I’m such a pantser that I don’t know if I could do that. LOL. Hugs.

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    1. You deserve some hot cocoa with whipped cream, Liz. 🙂 I didn’t expect to strike a chord with anyone. I have no sense of direction (in the waking world) and there have been a few real times when I’ve gotten frighteningly lost, and in unsafe parts of town. Ha! It’s no wonder I stay home.

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  6. A very scary dream, making for a wonderfully eerie story. I hope your dream self was able to wake up before entering that doorway. I can’t sleep past 9 am because if I do I fall into a drugged type of sleep where I know I am asleep but am unable to wake up. This sounds almost like that type of sleep. If I get up for a few hour and then take a morning nap, the sleep is much more restful. Hopeful hugs heading your way.

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  7. Thanks so much for spreading the news of my latest book, Teagan. I suggested Steve Winwood’s song because I thought it could be the stepping-off point for a story. I had no idea you had already “been there and dreamed that.” Thanks for sharing that scary dream. Of course, I’m still standing on those stairs with you…

    I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Again, thanks for mentioning “When Evil Chooses You” and thanks for helping me find my way to the end of that story.

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      1. I wrote the stories, Teagan, but your encouragement means a lot to me. You are the first person I know who has talked about liking Steve Winwood. Despite his involvement with so many bands, I think he’s somewhat of a n unknown or at least unmentioned.

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        1. Yes, I didn’t realize until recently how many famous bands he had been with. He’s in the Hall of Fame (at least via Traffic), and seems to be well recognized/acclaimed within the music industry… and yet not truly well known by the general public. It’s strange. Kind of similar to writers who get famous in other countries, but not here. Maybe he’s just too nice to have gotten enough publicity.


  8. Reblogged this on Just Olga and commented:
    A strange dream-like story inspired by a song and an image, by Teagan Geneviene​ who also shares the release of Dan Antion​’s third book, When Evil Chooses You. Congratulations!

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