For a long time I've had dreams that felt like stories, and often in the middle of them I'll be thinking, "This is an awesome story! As soon as I wake up I'm going to write it down, and it'll sell right away, because it's awesome, and I'll make some money. I love this dream!"
And then when I wake up I realize that the story in the dream actually made no sense whatsoever, and would make a terrible story. My dream self is a very bad judge of what is awesome and what is not.
Lately it's been a little weirder, though. At least twice I've dreamed in full-on musicals. The songs always sound incredible in the dream, and the words are so clear it's like I have a lyric sheet right in front of my face. Some of the songs are dramatic and sweeping, some are quick and fun, and I'm always impressed with my own imagination. Then I wake up and the melody has faded and I can't even remember the gist of the words and it's so, so disappointing.
(In the one before last there was this quick, funny song about Greek philosophers or something that started something like "Ari, Ari, Aristotoles was very fond of peas and he always ate his chicken with the manners of a sneeze," with the melody all bouncy and fun, and it was such an awesome song and now it makes no sense at all. And his name is Aristotle, brain. ARISTOTLE. Shut up. And that's the only song that I can remember even a tiny bit. Sigh.)
The one I had last night, of course, had elements from the different sorts of things I've been watching and reading lately. It had something to do with terrorists, I think, and there was a lot of blood smears on a wooden floor, like just about every Supernatural episode ever, and there was a really long scene in a suburban backyard that was a lot like the one in "The Kids are Alright," the Supernatural episode I watched last night. There was also a band of mercenaries who were actually good guys, and the leader looked a lot like Solid Snake from the video games. They were to blame for a lot of the gore, I think, killing bad guys.
And the protagonist of the story was a chubby teenage girl, a lot like me when I was younger (I'm still chubby, but no longer teenage), only it wasn't me, of course. In the story of the dream she was kidnapped by the mercenaries and ending up liking them and being on their side because they were killing something evil (aliens? ghosts? This part has escaped me), and when she eventually got back home she told everyone that they were really the good guys, but no one believed her. And she also ended up having a lot of PTSD, which was only natural.
And then she had a love interest! And he was really sweet and kind and trying to help her, like every hurt/comfort fic I've ever loved, except that I usually shun romance, because I just don't like it very much. Gen for me, all the way. This is maybe the second time in my life that there's been a romantic subplot in my dream-stories. But it's probably because I was wondering last night, as I sometimes do, if I'll ever find someone for me, and if I do, what will he be like, and that sort of thing. Apparently my future beau needs to be really sweet and kind and help me with my PTSD.
In the dream I remember thinking, "Oh, a chubby girl protagonist in a musical about mercenaries and blood and death and PTSD! This is awesome! I can't wait to write this when I wake up! And the songs are great!" Also, the girl had a computer file with all of my songs from the first musical dream I'd had saved on hard drive, and that also made me really happy, because YAY I FOUND IT I'LL NEVER LOSE IT AGAIN. (This happens occasionally, where in a dream I find something that I made in another dream, like a book or a poem or a website.)
And then I woke up and realized, "That was lame." And all of the songs were gone.
And now I'm disappointed again, because those were some great songs, and now I can't remember them.
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