Other people's dreams are boring...except for mine
I had the most kick ass dream last night. Actually, it was technically more of a nightmare, but not in the usual scary-ghost-or-crazy-psychopath-chasing-you-down-a-dark-alley kind of way. It was like a really cool post-apocalyptic, survivalist story involving underground bunkers, covert military operations, a government conspiracy, a mutant race, an epic battle between old and new humanity, and an incredibly tense, nail-biting scene in an elevator. It was honestly the best dream I've ever had--detailed and cinematic, suspenseful and action-packed, but thoughtful. If it had been a movie, Steven Spielberg would have directed, the budget would have surpassed that of Titanic, and it would have won several major awards, including an Academy Award for Best Picture.
Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night, all sweaty and freaked out, and the first thing that popped into my head was, "Holy crap, that would make a friggin' amazing story. I should probably get up and write this all down." But being the lazy jerk that I am (and also slightly afraid of the dark), I decided instead to try my hardest to remember everything so that I could write it down in the morning. Then I went back to sleep.
A few hours later when I woke up, I jumped out of bed, grabbed a pen and notebook from my desk, and then...
I went blank. I forgot my dream! Crap crap crap I forgot my dream! My meal ticket, my road to fame and fortune...Gone! This could have been my Harry Potter, you guys. Thousands of people would have lined up at bookstores for the midnight release of my books. I could have been the richest lady in Canada. In the world.
But the saddest part of all is that the greatest story ever in the history of humanity--no, the world--is now locked away in my subconscious. I am sorry, world. I am truly sorry.
Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night, all sweaty and freaked out, and the first thing that popped into my head was, "Holy crap, that would make a friggin' amazing story. I should probably get up and write this all down." But being the lazy jerk that I am (and also slightly afraid of the dark), I decided instead to try my hardest to remember everything so that I could write it down in the morning. Then I went back to sleep.
A few hours later when I woke up, I jumped out of bed, grabbed a pen and notebook from my desk, and then...
I went blank. I forgot my dream! Crap crap crap I forgot my dream! My meal ticket, my road to fame and fortune...Gone! This could have been my Harry Potter, you guys. Thousands of people would have lined up at bookstores for the midnight release of my books. I could have been the richest lady in Canada. In the world.
But the saddest part of all is that the greatest story ever in the history of humanity--no, the world--is now locked away in my subconscious. I am sorry, world. I am truly sorry.