Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday night, I dreamt that I was back in college. I was attending Indiana University (never been there; have no idea why I would even be dreaming about the place) and living in a dorm (shoot me now, please). For some bizarre reason, the dorm room that I shared with another girl had a connecting door to an auditorium-style lecture hall. And I seemed to be the only one in my dream who thought that was kind of strange. People traipsed in and out of our dorm room all day long. Totally weird.
When I told my husband about the dream the following morning over coffee, he laughed, like he always does. He loves hearing about my dreams almost as much I love having them, no matter how bizarre. That's because they're like whole entire stories, better than Twilight Zone episodes sometimes. Sometimes he dreams some pretty strange dreams too but he never remembers his as clearly as I do mine.
So it will come as no surprise to you then that the main character in my next book with Carina Press is about a woman who has some pretty amazing dreams, where the line between reality and daydreams gets pretty murky. Suffice it to say that I cannot wait to share that novel with you!
Do you dream wild dreams at night? Do you remember dreams that you had from years ago? (I can still remember a dream I had when I was 10 years old. Vividly. Although it was more like a nightmare.) Do you ever have the same dream twice? (I used to dream the same dream over and over when I was in high school. Long story.)
So, excuse me while I take a snooze. Wake me up in twenty. :-)