I’m curious… what’s the first nightmare you remember having? How old were you? Does it still frighten you a little, or can you view it abstractly after all these years?
I’ll go first. The first dream of any kind I remember, I wouldn’t call a nightmare exactly — I must have been three or four years old. My mother was rocking me in this red velvet rocking chair, and I was drifting off to sleep. From the chair, I could see out the back door. I clearly saw two men in overalls, moving a tree across our yard like a piece of scenery. The tree had glowing fruit in its branches. While it wasn’t a nightmare, it rattled me like I had witnessed some behind-the-curtains event of reality; a prop being moved from one set to another.
Other nightmares I remember are just fragments. But I had many dreams about deep water from a young age. I was afraid of the deep end of the pool as a kid, and I remember having a dream where I saw the depth tiles at the waterline — the tiles that have numbers on them to tell you how many feet — and it was like a nine-digit number.
What about you?
While I remember it, I wanted to share with you this short nightmare I had. It wasn’t my intention to stop the Dream Diary here at Broodhollow, but to be honest, I had stopped having nightmares! It was strange. I’ve had very mundane dreams, when I can remember them at all; nothing worth posting.
Anyway, I had this one a few nights ago, and when I woke up, I was a little afraid, but mostly thought “yes, I’m back in business!” Here we go:
My father, my brother and I were in a supermarket — although I felt less like we had been shopping there, and more like we had been summoned to help. Demons or invisible spirits infested the building. They couldn’t be seen — only sensed in the æther.
Someone working there knew a technique to determine the aspect of a given demon: you could use scraps of paper as a kind of medium, like iron filings can uncover the shape of a magnetic field. When scattered in a specific way, the scraps would form a simple scale effigy of the nearby demon.
Hi Melbourne readers! I will be a guest at PAX Australia this Oct 30 – Nov 1! I should have Broodhollow Book 2 with me then, and hopefully Book 1 if I haven’t sold out of them. I’ll look into a gathering outside of the show hours as well.
More details to come. See you then!
Hi all — I just wanted to say thank you for waiting for Broodhollow Book 3 to begin. When Book 2 was coming to an end, our son was born, so it was perfect timing. When he was only a month or two old, as most other parents may attest, he mostly slept, and getting work done was easy. Now he’s about eight months old, and giving up naps during the day. My usable workweek has shrank from 7 days per week, 14 hours per day to effectively 4 days per week, 9 hours per day.
Add to this a number of illnesses and the Kickstarter coordination (collecting the money is simple — it’s once you receive it that the actual work starts), and I’m starting Book 3 a lot later than I wanted to. So I hear your frustrations and I echo them.
All the same, it is a spring tale, and appropriate to begin here in the month of April. Please keep watch. I will ring every gong and blow every trumpet once our story continues. Thank you!