Late on night back in July 2002, I fell asleep and had a dream. It was unlike any dream I had before or since. It was like watching an extended movie, and it ended with instructions for me in the rolling credits. I awoke in shock and glanced at the clock next to my bed, only to discover what seemed like hours of sleep had only been a few minutes. I got up, sat at my desk, and spent the rest of the night writing everything down. Never having written anything before, I took the next few weeks to follow the instructions from the dream - share the story in a novel. After a few months of being inspired by the story, but at the same time feeling overwhelmed with the project, I put it away. However, I couldn't forget it. Now, after more than nine years of struggling with the process and battling against my own self-doubt, I'm ready to share the story. The Living Room was my dream.