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.