I think the writer part of my brain hates me.
First of all, my sleeping brain cannot invent settings out of nothing. All dreamscapes are the product of places I have been to or seen before, be they singular or a fusion of places.
Yet last night I found myself in a northern-type wooded area, with a narrow, pale gray Florida-dirt road under my feet that branched off in two directions in front of me (rather, one went straight and got a little wider, the other veered right and was more a red-dirted footpath). The two branches were connected by a small path some feet away that formed a small triangle of land in the middle with a single tree. Off the right-hand side and some feet into the woods ran a small stream.
It rather reminded me of my mom's old property in Michigan, except I had never seen this place before.
The sky was overcast, and I could feel the occasional drop of rain. But I had nothing with me, and there was no place I could go for shelter or for help. I may even have been barefoot.
I made a bed for myself in the orange leaves under the tree in the triangle. I went to the stream to drink, then came back out to find the rain had started pouring, so I stood and drank that instead.
I think it was around this point that I realized I was Lavender. And the last thing I remember of the dream is the expectation of someone appearing from the direction I had come. Most likely Atke, from the feel of it, because I wasn't afraid at all; just expectant.
So I'm more or less taking that dream as a sign that I have some writing to do... but gods help me if I even think about going back to change the first chapter again. I'll save this crazy scene for the sequel, if I must use it.
And now... for tea and creativity.
~Chippie
Yet last night I found myself in a northern-type wooded area, with a narrow, pale gray Florida-dirt road under my feet that branched off in two directions in front of me (rather, one went straight and got a little wider, the other veered right and was more a red-dirted footpath). The two branches were connected by a small path some feet away that formed a small triangle of land in the middle with a single tree. Off the right-hand side and some feet into the woods ran a small stream.
It rather reminded me of my mom's old property in Michigan, except I had never seen this place before.
The sky was overcast, and I could feel the occasional drop of rain. But I had nothing with me, and there was no place I could go for shelter or for help. I may even have been barefoot.
I made a bed for myself in the orange leaves under the tree in the triangle. I went to the stream to drink, then came back out to find the rain had started pouring, so I stood and drank that instead.
I think it was around this point that I realized I was Lavender. And the last thing I remember of the dream is the expectation of someone appearing from the direction I had come. Most likely Atke, from the feel of it, because I wasn't afraid at all; just expectant.
So I'm more or less taking that dream as a sign that I have some writing to do... but gods help me if I even think about going back to change the first chapter again. I'll save this crazy scene for the sequel, if I must use it.
And now... for tea and creativity.
~Chippie