Recently, I had a dream that was so vivid that I woke up and remembered the entire storyline, which is a rarity. Here's the premise:
An older woman with a grown daughter adopted a baby (a cute little Asian baby girl, if you want to get specific) and later married a questionable man. When the woman died, the adopted 3-year-old daughter stayed with this man, but the woman's grown daughter thought the child should stay with her.
So she hired a killer to off her step-father.
Are you kidding me? (And no, I'm not kidding about using the word "off.") What made-for-TV movie had I been watching in order to have a dream like this? My dreams are almost NEVER this exciting.
So what do you say? It should totally be a book, right? This is said in jest, of course, because thrillers are not really my cup of tea. But someone should write it. Or at least write a screenplay and send it to Lifetime . . .
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Thursday, December 20, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
If I were to write a book based on the dream I recently had . . .
. . . here would be the synopsis: In a not-too-distant apocalyptic future, war is on and I am in the business of making special coats for people to wear to keep out harmful radiation, or something, which was called meconium. The coats looked like they were made of purplish-blue reformed laundry lint, so I don't know how effective they were at keeping anything out.
In the dream, I remember talking to some lady about how much I was selling the coats for. ($39.99, if you must know.)
She said, "If you really are trying to help the human race, why are you charging seven times what it costs to make them?"
I believe I said something in response about profit margins.
My dream brain is smart. Also, I almost never have interesting dreams, so this was a special occasion.
So this leaves me with two questions:
1. True or False: At the time I had this dream, I was studying up on how to care for the caterpillars—and resulting caterpillar waste (a.k.a meconium)—that my daughter got in the mail. (You decide.)
2. Is this book idea the bombdigity, or what?
In the dream, I remember talking to some lady about how much I was selling the coats for. ($39.99, if you must know.)
She said, "If you really are trying to help the human race, why are you charging seven times what it costs to make them?"
I believe I said something in response about profit margins.
My dream brain is smart. Also, I almost never have interesting dreams, so this was a special occasion.
So this leaves me with two questions:
1. True or False: At the time I had this dream, I was studying up on how to care for the caterpillars—and resulting caterpillar waste (a.k.a meconium)—that my daughter got in the mail. (You decide.)
2. Is this book idea the bombdigity, or what?
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