Meet Me Tonight In Dreamland
Supposedly the above is a line from a Judy Garland song. I have yet to hear the song (a simple google search will fix that :) ), but I saw the line and for the first time in a very, very, VERY long time, plot bunnies struck me...plot bunnies for original fiction.
I haven't written anything down yet (of course), but my ideas so far go something like this:
There's this girl (have not decided age) that is unusual. She's either trapped in a coma or she's somehow unable to ever fall deeply asleep or something (haven't decided yet). In either case, she's isolated somehow. Her only connection with the world is the fact that she can see everyone's dreams. Anyone in the whole world. She can wander from dream to dream like browsing which movie theatre to enter. She can walk in on anyone's dreams. Most people don't know she's even there or they don't remember her when they wake up.
I haven't decided yet if this girl likes her ability or not, but she has no choice in being able to access the "dreamland".
Dreams can be very abstract, and sometimes they don't at all make sense. But, again, this girl is isolated from the world, so these dreams are all she has. With that in mind, she falls in love with someone; she finds herself witnessing his dreams far more often than anyone else's. Is she falling for him, though, or his dreams? Is she able to get an idea of what kind of a person he is through his dreams alone? And what if they somehow actually meet in person and he turns out to be nothing like man she fell in love with?
That's all I really have so far. Lame, right? I'll need to research later whether or not that idea has been taken by someone else. It probably has. *sigh* But at least I finally have an idea for something original that's solid and brimming with potential. It'll be so nice to accomplish my own dreams, to be more than what I am now.
It's depressing to always be forgotten about. It happens to me all the time. Just a couple days ago our new-ish secretary at work delivers mail to me and says, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce you to my daughter yesterday!" (I didn't even know her daughter was here.) "I completely forgot about you!"
Of course you did. Congratulations: you just made yourself feel better by telling me that you didn't ignore me on purpose while at the same time making me feel like shit because I am the only person in the entire damn office that you happened to overlook. But instead of saying that, I just do the usual: force a smile, nod, stutter, "No, it's ok, that's fine, it's cool," until she leaves feeling better about herself, then get back to work while trying very hard not to think about what had just happened too much.
And there's nothing wrong with the secretary. I really, really like her. Ironically, she's one of the very few coworkers that doesn't ignore me come lunch time. *sigh* I'm just really, really tired of hearing phrases like, "I forgot about you," or anything similar. I hear it all waaaay too often.
Why am I so easily overlooked? My guess is because I'm just that boring. I never really have anything to say or talk about. People have stopped asking me how my day was or what I over the weekend etc because my answer is the usual, "Not much, just relaxed at home." And when I do actually have something to say, I stutter with my words or swing around them too much. I watch their eyes gloss up, watch them leave the room even though they're still standing there until they spring for the first interruption - a ringing phone, or the boss walking by, or they need to use the damn bathroom. Sometimes I just shut up mid sentence just to see if they notice. Sometimes they don't and I beat myself up over not being a much better conversationalist, a more interesting person.
It's a wonder I'm even married, ha-ha. But I am, and Joe still loves to hear me talk about whatever. (Or at least I think he does.) Perhaps I'm too spoiled by that. And there's also my son, who just wants my attention any way he can get it. My family should be all that I need to sustain my social health, right? And I should quit my whining because I at least have them when some people don't even have that, right? So why is it not enough for me? Why is it never enough?
I haven't written anything down yet (of course), but my ideas so far go something like this:
There's this girl (have not decided age) that is unusual. She's either trapped in a coma or she's somehow unable to ever fall deeply asleep or something (haven't decided yet). In either case, she's isolated somehow. Her only connection with the world is the fact that she can see everyone's dreams. Anyone in the whole world. She can wander from dream to dream like browsing which movie theatre to enter. She can walk in on anyone's dreams. Most people don't know she's even there or they don't remember her when they wake up.
I haven't decided yet if this girl likes her ability or not, but she has no choice in being able to access the "dreamland".
Dreams can be very abstract, and sometimes they don't at all make sense. But, again, this girl is isolated from the world, so these dreams are all she has. With that in mind, she falls in love with someone; she finds herself witnessing his dreams far more often than anyone else's. Is she falling for him, though, or his dreams? Is she able to get an idea of what kind of a person he is through his dreams alone? And what if they somehow actually meet in person and he turns out to be nothing like man she fell in love with?
That's all I really have so far. Lame, right? I'll need to research later whether or not that idea has been taken by someone else. It probably has. *sigh* But at least I finally have an idea for something original that's solid and brimming with potential. It'll be so nice to accomplish my own dreams, to be more than what I am now.
It's depressing to always be forgotten about. It happens to me all the time. Just a couple days ago our new-ish secretary at work delivers mail to me and says, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce you to my daughter yesterday!" (I didn't even know her daughter was here.) "I completely forgot about you!"
Of course you did. Congratulations: you just made yourself feel better by telling me that you didn't ignore me on purpose while at the same time making me feel like shit because I am the only person in the entire damn office that you happened to overlook. But instead of saying that, I just do the usual: force a smile, nod, stutter, "No, it's ok, that's fine, it's cool," until she leaves feeling better about herself, then get back to work while trying very hard not to think about what had just happened too much.
And there's nothing wrong with the secretary. I really, really like her. Ironically, she's one of the very few coworkers that doesn't ignore me come lunch time. *sigh* I'm just really, really tired of hearing phrases like, "I forgot about you," or anything similar. I hear it all waaaay too often.
Why am I so easily overlooked? My guess is because I'm just that boring. I never really have anything to say or talk about. People have stopped asking me how my day was or what I over the weekend etc because my answer is the usual, "Not much, just relaxed at home." And when I do actually have something to say, I stutter with my words or swing around them too much. I watch their eyes gloss up, watch them leave the room even though they're still standing there until they spring for the first interruption - a ringing phone, or the boss walking by, or they need to use the damn bathroom. Sometimes I just shut up mid sentence just to see if they notice. Sometimes they don't and I beat myself up over not being a much better conversationalist, a more interesting person.
It's a wonder I'm even married, ha-ha. But I am, and Joe still loves to hear me talk about whatever. (Or at least I think he does.) Perhaps I'm too spoiled by that. And there's also my son, who just wants my attention any way he can get it. My family should be all that I need to sustain my social health, right? And I should quit my whining because I at least have them when some people don't even have that, right? So why is it not enough for me? Why is it never enough?