I have weird dreams.
That’s probably something a lot of people can say.
Oh look, there’s Big Bird. How did I get to work with flippers? Yes, I would like a salad made out of candy canes.
Those aren’t the kind of weird dreams I mean. I dream fantasy plots that come out of nowhere. Mash-up episodes of television shows that don’t really belong together (Veronica Mars and The Nanny – bring it on). Epic fight scenes over dropped peanut butter sandwiches.
This happens to me most often when I’m not writing when I’m awake – I’m sick, I’m busy, I’m uninspired. I think it’s my brain’s way of saying “Hey You, Get Back Into Gear. “ It’s like a work assignment. Didn’t think the muse was calling – let’s try that again, shall we?
Last night was one of those dreams . . .
A pirate ship. A leggy redhead who tells everyone she’s a mermaid, and thinks wearing a pair of scandalous short shorts is the way to prove it. A mysterious man who follows her around, demanding she stop telling people she’s a creature of the sea. And a swashbuckling sword fight when he breaks into her hotel room.
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