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.