I’ve been wanting to introduce a feature to the Broodhollow site for a while, something to appear here on non-update days Tuesday and Thursday. Dreams are one of my favorite subjects. I have had a lot of dreams, and for years I’ve written most of them down. At this point I prefer to have nightmares, because they’re more lasting and generally have more hooks for stories.
Archive for Dream Diary
I split the difference on today’s dream, gang. I had a really unsettling one that I decided would throw this Dream Diary feature all out of whack if I shared it this early, and I also have one from when I was about eight years old that’s only a little weird and spooky.
Here’s a nightmare from the middle ground.
It’s the end of the world. Most of Earth is deserted, dead. I remember seeing cars parked in — or maybe wrecks littering? — the field in a football stadium. Now I am on a ruined city street: looters sporadically pierce the silence, both alone and in small groups. Scott is with me, and I’m furious that these scavengers are all that’s left of humanity.
Hello all, I’m glad you have been enjoying my dreams. These are actual dreams from a journal I’ve kept for the last ten years — they’re not fiction and they’re not meant to tie into the Broodhollow story at all — I’ve always been fascinated by dreams, and just wanted an outlet to share them. Although reading back over them, I can see some obvious themes emerge.
I’m driving a car, a white pickup truck, through an intersection. Two frat boys run across the intersection illegally as I nearly hit them. But instead of hustling across, they stand in the center of the street, and like matadors, olé my car through.
The point of view changes — now I’m in a different car. In fact, I’m in the car behind the white pickup that just went through. I see the two frat guys screwing around in the intersection ahead. This time, as I drive through, they take a position on the right side of the street. Blue beams shoot from their hands, but rather than being startled, I know it’s a prank, or an illusion.
Once again it’s time for a story from my dream journal. I had this one in May 2007.