This morning I woke at 10am, grabbed my laptop and started writing. I finished around 2:30.
It is a dream that I had a few months ago and wrote an outline. It was a really dark and depressing dream, so I didn’t want to write it out right away (you know how dreams like that make you feel).
Anyway, here it is.
So folks, I dreamt a story last night. And boy, is it a story! I got quotes, scenarios, attitudes, personalities, politics and world history from this dream - an entire original world with complete characters! What a stroke of luck! Now I’m just trying to write it all down into a fleshed-out epic.
See, this has happened before, where I dream dreams that aren’t 1st person - rather, it’s like I’m reading a book - a really good book - in real life. Except it’s a dream, so sort of like a movie. But it’s a book. Because, subconciously I’m paying attention to the details, trying to imagine how I will describe this… and today, I woke up and elatedly tried to tell the LotR all about it, but he was having none of it and pulled the blanket up over his face, so I ran to my desk, grabbed a notebook and jotted down a whole page about the story. During my lunch hour at work today, I managed to finish an entire notebook page of the story - and more afterwards. I’m so excited!
And then I got home from work and logged onto writerscafe.com (my favoritest website ever, now), and what do you know! The writer of a really awesome fantasy story that I read on there is actually published and his book is on Amazon! And he was talking to me! It’s awesome - I’m going to talk to him some more to get some idea of how he got started (he’s self-published) and stays inspired and creative.
GAH! I’m excited! *gnaws knuckles*
Oh, here is the first part of my story. Lots more to come!
The Dreamer of Loarne - Chapter One
This morning, my alarm clock failed to go off in time for work. I vaguely remember waking myself at exactly 6:45, then going back to sleep, thinking that the LotR had hit the snooze button. He hadn’t.
During my sleep after that, I had a vivid dream about my little sisters getting into a fight and cutting their fingers and backs with a knife. Of course, it was completely by accident. All 27 of them. They had to go to the doctor, who stitched them all up. I was in some kind of cavern (the Drag in Orgrimmar, for those who know), riding a moped, stopping by a drive-through Starbucks (literally, I drove my moped through the middle of the shop, like it was a tunnel Starbucks or something), racing along to the doctor to see them. I arrived all prepared to lecture them on the dangers of sharp edges. They were happily sitting at a wooden table, with bandages on their hands, and stitched scratches, with about 4 varieties of snacks, which they kept eating. They kept eating and eating, and I couldn’t stop them! I wrapped up all the packages and started lecturing again, when their hands just crept into the packaging to grab more cookies.
It was a very disturbing dream, and I woke up disheveledly [is that a word?] when the LotR sat up to peer at the clock. It read 7:37. I normally leave the house around 8:00. I dashed into the shower, grabbed some clothes, and made it out in time. Alas, I wasn’t able to dry my hair beyond a cursory hand job, and it was limp and straggly all day. *sigh*
Last night I finished my very first Anne McCaffrey book. It was really weird, but turned out okay in the end. I dunno, it just seemed that she uses magic too much to solve problems. All of a sudden, not only can dragons go to any place in the blink of an eye, they can now go back in time, even to 400 years ago! And that is why the world is in such a state, because sometime in the future, they went back in time to the present day, to tell the people there to go to the future and wait for them! What?! yeah. Like I said, it somehow turned out okay… and it wasn’t all desolate reading. The characters were good (could be a little more in-depth and complex, in my opinion). I also think she could have explained things better. Suddenly, in the same paragraph, the characters nonchalantly drop a phrase about going back to a certain city, then they are there, leaving the reader to wonder how they got there in mid-paragraph. And someone came into the room, exchanged greetings, then sipped his glass of wine. I presume the wine was poured by the host? I dunno. It was kind of confusing, and I think she could have written a little better. This really should have been a book review on my zoesfantasy site. Sorry. I’ll copy/paste it later, lol.
So I guess that’s all that is going on here.
I had a strange dream last night. There was a little girl - two of them actually. They lived in the ghetto with their mother. Their father lived in the same building but in a different area. They both loved to spend time with their dad. Their dad liked to spend time with them too, because whenever he came over to see them, he got to mooch free beer from the mom. They liked to go swimming in the dirty ghetto pool with a rickety picket-board fence around it. Good times. But then one day, the dad decided to kidnap the girls in order to extort something from the mom. So he took the two into his crowded dirty apartment with several questionable characters. He duct-taped the younger girl (about 6 years old) onto the ceiling, and started waving around a handgun, laughing. He had a strange pill in his hand - supposedly it was a very very potent drug. He kept threatening to take it. Somehow the older girl (about 8 or 9) took a long knife from a drawer and made the dad let her go. She rescued the younger girl and they ran back to their mom’s house. The dad followed them, still holding the gun and pill. When he reached the moms place, there was a short yelling match, and then he SHOT her from the open doorway while the girls were cowering on the floor. Then he left. The two girls were on their own now. The older one found a place to stay, no more than an old closet on the ground floor of the rickety building. But the door had a lock, and the drafts weren’t bad, so they were happy. Then one day, the older girl was wandering the neighborhood and her dad saw her. He still had the gun and the pill. He said he was going to take her back. She taunted him and somehow goaded him into swallowing that pill. The pill made his head explode… and the resulting sonic boom made an eathquake. The ground started shaking and rubble began to fall on the street. The two girls joined a group of friends and climbed up to the top of their ghetto building to get away from the rubble. But then the building started tilting. Just gradually. Some of the youngsters whooped and found some boxes to slide down the increasing slope. The building kep tilting, and then it started actually sliding down a slope with a high bluff next to it.
The older girl jumped off onto the bluff, and then grabbed her sister off of the building as well. She got one friend, a boy in a striped blue and white polo, and then the building simply collapsed. Everyone in it died. The survivors began picking through the rubble to find things. Our girl found a brand-new set of colored art pencils in plastic wrapping, and she was happy.
So I had this really vivid story-dream the other night. There was a family on the run from soldiers. Kind of like in the Nazi-era, except it was in the future. There was a girl who was pregnant - this part came from the movie Children of Men, and the tragic girl from Pan’s Labyrinth was there too. The family had a wealthy brother & sister-in-law who had an elaborate underground bunker - very modern, with a refridgerator full of onions and squash and stuff. So, the soldiers came looking for them for over a year - but never found the place, despite a few close calls. Eventually the brother and sister-in-law got fed up with hiding them, and kind of went kookoo. The sister-in-law shot the Pan’s Labrynth girl in the head with a gun, but she came back to life and shot HER in the head, and they were both walking around with tiny bullet holes in their foreheads… and then the girl hid the gun in my bathroom counter where my hairbrush is… and I woke up.
I’ve had a LOT going lately. Today at work I almost flipped over the edge a couple of times over stupid mistakes that I made. I think that’s because I was really tired, and didn’t eat a single bite all day until dinner-time at home… and also because I’m uber-stressed over everything that’s going on. I’ve caught up a tiny bit though - I brought a lot of excel spreadsheets home, and actually got in another 2 hours of work this evening. Now I have to get started on either Spanish or something else. Every time I get something done, it’s like drilling a little hole in my head and letting a tiny bit of acidic stress leak out. Kind of like bleeding with a leech or something. Not that I’ve ever actually done either option.
I finally got all of our wedding photos printed and mailed off to family members, as well a couple of packages to my sisters. And all of the bills are paid and we got a lawnmower, so the tall grass in the front lawn that had been making me tense up at the thought of looking shabby is taken care of.
English class starts this week. My department at work is leaving Monday for Chicago. We’ll be there for 2 days. My female co-workers are entirely hyped up about us all sitting together in the plane and getting drunk… but I don’t know. I think I’d rather be able to walk upon landing, and actually remember the trip. I think I’ll just bring along a couple of good books and enjoy a bloody mary.
Speaking of books, I started the novel for my English class, Double Helix. I started reading it a couple of nights ago, before going to bed. After the 6th execution in the first ten pages, I decided that I would probably be better off NOT reading it before sleeping.
Tomorrow night, the LotR and I are going with a couple of friends to see the latest installment of Harry Potter. I’m expecting it to be of the same caliber as all the previous ones, and from what I’ve heard, that’s exactly what it delivers.
Bring on the popcorn and twinkies.