It's odd, one thing that I so often read in all sorts of writing books, is that you shouldn't use dreams. Now to me, that's just crazy because so often my dreams reflect what's going on in my life.
In my books, I often use dreams to reflect my character's inner turmoil or deepest fears. In my Spiritus Series, poor Becca dreams of being a corpse as well as dreaming about her former life as Alastor's wife. I wanted to demonstrate that even though Becca was not aware of her past life at first, deep inside, a part of her still knew the truth.
I guess my reason for using dreams so often is the reccuring dream I've had for almost twenty years now. I often have this dream when I'm having trust issues with someone I care about, but unfortunately, it's not as pretty or poetic as the dreams in my books.
The dream always starts the same. It's a hot, humid night and I'm driving around in my old white 1984 Monte Carlo and I'm being chased by little kids on BMX bikes.Now in my hometown, there are a few places where the street is divided by a line of trees in the center and in my dream, I'm on one of those roads and if I drive close enough to these trees, the kids will hit them and stick. Crazy, I know.
So, the whole reason I'm out driving and running away from these kids is because I'm looking for someone (usually the person I'm having trust issues with). So I outrun the kids on bikes and go to this hotel and I open the door to a room and there is the person I'm looking for, sitting on the bed with his back to me. I go to say something to him, but suddenly his head starts oozing goo and melting. I slam the door and run back out to my car and drive off.
Not to be done with the craziness yet, I drive "home" which is now a round glass house (insert the joke about people in glass houses and stones). Inside, there is an invisible man pretending to be a dog (don't ask why I think it's an invisible man pretending and not an actual invisible dog) that barks at me as I go to the staircase.
Now I guess because it was such a humid night, the logical thing to do in a glass house with an invisible guy running around is to go take a shower. So I'm in the shower and I hear someone come in the bathroom, I peek out from around the shower curtain and there is John Couger Mellencamp (or whatever his name is now) with a gun. I go to scream, but he raises the gun and shoots me.
Then I wake up.
So, anyone else have some dream craziness you'd like to share?
In my books, I often use dreams to reflect my character's inner turmoil or deepest fears. In my Spiritus Series, poor Becca dreams of being a corpse as well as dreaming about her former life as Alastor's wife. I wanted to demonstrate that even though Becca was not aware of her past life at first, deep inside, a part of her still knew the truth.
I guess my reason for using dreams so often is the reccuring dream I've had for almost twenty years now. I often have this dream when I'm having trust issues with someone I care about, but unfortunately, it's not as pretty or poetic as the dreams in my books.
The dream always starts the same. It's a hot, humid night and I'm driving around in my old white 1984 Monte Carlo and I'm being chased by little kids on BMX bikes.Now in my hometown, there are a few places where the street is divided by a line of trees in the center and in my dream, I'm on one of those roads and if I drive close enough to these trees, the kids will hit them and stick. Crazy, I know.
So, the whole reason I'm out driving and running away from these kids is because I'm looking for someone (usually the person I'm having trust issues with). So I outrun the kids on bikes and go to this hotel and I open the door to a room and there is the person I'm looking for, sitting on the bed with his back to me. I go to say something to him, but suddenly his head starts oozing goo and melting. I slam the door and run back out to my car and drive off.
Not to be done with the craziness yet, I drive "home" which is now a round glass house (insert the joke about people in glass houses and stones). Inside, there is an invisible man pretending to be a dog (don't ask why I think it's an invisible man pretending and not an actual invisible dog) that barks at me as I go to the staircase.
Now I guess because it was such a humid night, the logical thing to do in a glass house with an invisible guy running around is to go take a shower. So I'm in the shower and I hear someone come in the bathroom, I peek out from around the shower curtain and there is John Couger Mellencamp (or whatever his name is now) with a gun. I go to scream, but he raises the gun and shoots me.
Then I wake up.
So, anyone else have some dream craziness you'd like to share?
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