Sleep Well Tonight

Have a Happy Christmas, everyone, and may your more pleasant dreams come true today!

And Blood Again

So, then, on Sunday 1023 09 29 I woke up from a vivid dream.

I've been writing a short story in the Astribel setting - the setting of my novel-length unpublished stories The Silver Touch, The Gilded Saidara and The Shadowed Art - in advance of next month's challenge for the Chester Fantasy Writers' Club.

The theme: "Elemental Forces."

The protagonist: Hardie Camplin.

The title: "Consultant."

When I went to bed the night before, I had no idea how to advance in the story. The characters had broken down the door to the client's workshop, and they'd come out with a box containing a brooch - gold filigree with red gemstones.

I had no idea how to continue from there.

Until I dreamed of pricking my thumb with a clasp pin, and watching blood pouring out of the wound, turning to pomegranate juice before it could hit the ground. Then I knew how to get to the ending.

So that's three novels so far, and a fourth one waiting to be written in November during NaNoWriMo, and three short stories so far - "Sanna's Sentence," "Scarred" and now "Consultant."

I now have a setting, a consistent background shared between the stories, characters who are equally as consistent, believable and realistic in every story - and a canon corpus just dying to be received amongst a whole generation of fans out there, begging for peeps to write their own fan fiction.

And the thing that made "Consultant" complete was another dream of blood. Mine.

I ought to dream of blood, and maybe pomegranate juice, a lot more often. Who knows how creative I could be, yes?

Cult Leader - 2011 10 02

I'd like to describe a dream I'd recently had.

I found myself in a street at night full of people - young men and women. At a glance, I could compel them to do my bidding. So I made young women chase after young men, and gay men and lesbians find appropriate romance.

Then I had another idea. Summoning every couple I'd entranced to my side, surrounding myself with young, sexually-aroused couples, I commanded them to follow me. I knew of a place nearby where they could indulge their carnal passions freely.

I seem to have a lot of abandoned buildings, mostly hotels, in my dreams. This one had a vestibule, a lobby with a reception desk, and a room with a massive oval jacuzzi which, against all probability, still had running water and electricity, and a transparent dome overhead the same shape as the jacuzzi below.

I led the six couples into the jacuzzi room, past a little kitchen off to one side of the corridor, and told the couples to disrobe and enter the pool.

Then, before I could disrobe, I heard someone at the glass double doors of the front entrance, knocking, asking to come in. It was Mum and Dad, with one of Mum's brothers and his wife (Aunt-in-law?).

I ushered them into the kitchen area, and asked them to settle down and pour themselves a cuppa while I went into the back room to explain to the guests that they might have to leave. I hadn't taken two steps into the jacuzzi room when I realised that Mum and the in-law had followed me.

And they were standing right behind me when they caught the sight of six couples, in the jacuzzi, all stark naked, standing up "in the presence of the Master," as one of the young men said.

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Crossposted from Hypnotic Erotic.