Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve last posted, but here I am, poking my head up. And by the way, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Dreams… I’m pretty much known in my household for my wacky dreams. My husband and mother raise their eyebrows at me when I tell them, but I am so serious about what happened because it’s beyond belief, but I really do dream crazy things. I guess I’ll give you guys a couple of dreams I’ve had and then y’all can be the judge of what you think.
A few months ago, before I had gone to bed, I’d played peek-a-boo with one of my cats. He was sitting in the tub, and I was outside of the tub with the shower curtain partially closed. I would open the shower curtain and say “peek-a-boo!” and he would sit there and stare at me. Then I’d close the curtain, wait a few moments, and do it again with the same result. In my dream, I was in my bathroom outside of the tub, and I opened the shower curtain and there was a strange monster in the tub that would leer at me and make hissing noises. I opened and closed the shower curtain a few times and it was still there. I attacked it and then I don’t really remember much after that. Weird, huh?
My other dream is one I had a few years ago, but I still remember it. I was running through a graveyard and trying to fight these obese zombies, but I didn’t have anymore bullets in my gun in the dream or whatnot. I had a spoon though, which I had to use to behead them. I didn’t do too bad at it, but it was odd! I was getting overwhelmed with the task and climbed onto a mausoleum, but they could get to me. I have no idea what had brought that dream on.
I don’t consider those dreams nightmares. I try to think of them as inspiration and fodder for my novels. For me, a nightmare is something that invokes sadness or pain that stays with me a little when I wake up. I’ve had a few of those recently, too, but they weren’t noteworthy or paranormal in nature.
So, leave me a comment and tell me about your strange dreams. I’d love to hear from you!
I’m known for my strange dreams, too. In fact, I often “broadcast” my dreams, so others in the house get to have weird ones when I do. My husband is not amused because they often wake him up.
I dream in full color with a smattering of the other senses thrown in. All have high emotion. And they are long. Many are story-worthy and even come with character names and titles.
Mother of the Bridge–a paranormal with a female archeologist, a lost society in a volcanic crater, and military jerks that will destroy it all…she saves one infant from the society to become the mother of the bridge.”
A Turn at the Strings–a Christmas YA story, possibly a short. Takes place in Russia, and involves a young boy, a reindeer and sleigh, and a lost princess. The boy’s guardian is a puppetmaster…but perhaps he is someone even more important.
Like Sarah, I don’t often have nightmares. I did have one about trying to pin a spider for a collection. As with butterflies and moths, I had the legs in waxed paper so it would dry with the legs spread out rather than curled. Unfortunately, the spider was still alive and kept pulling its legs out of the paper. It was a big grey and black and yellow hairy thing…rather nasty looking. It gave me the creepy crawlies, and I tried to scale the horizontal blinds to get away from it. My husband woke me up at this point because I was all over the bed trying to get away from the dang spider. Yep. He had to calm me down before I could go back to sleep.
Yikes! I’d be freaking out if I had a dream about a nasty spider, too.
Thanks for commenting and telling me about your dreams. I love getting ideas from them because I’ve already been able to dip into the story and experiencing what it’s about. 😀
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