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?