Strange Dreams
Hubby and I have been watching the 3rd season of 24 on DVD. We usually watch 4-6 shows in a row, staying up way too late. If anyone has ever seen 24, you know how suspenseful they can be. A writing friend suggested I watch it to learn how to write suspense, and she was right. As soon as Jack Bauer solves a problem, the episode ends in a twist I rarely see coming that propels me into the next episode. I highly recommend watching 24 on DVD instead or the current season. Unless of course you like to torture yourself!
Getting back to the dream. Last night I had a strange dream that was sort of a cross between a beauty pageant, 24 and a musical. What I can remember is that I was sitting in a large auditorium. My writing buddies are on some panel facing the audience, then a pregant lady comes out to talk with them, she’s wearing a tight fitted suit, then I go take the first seat in the first row, take off my shoes and socks (maybe the talk about my mom going through airport security had something to do with that part). I remember setting my big purse next to my chair and then being called to the panel.
Here’s where 24 comes in. I reluctantly leave my purse at my seat and walk to the panel, checking my purse every couple of seconds. Then a red and brown mini van drives down the isle and next up to my seat. (I did mention this was a dream) The front door opens, and my purse disappears. I tear off, Jack Bauer style, after the van and manage to latch myself onto the van. (This part is a little fuzzy) Then I fight for the purse, but can’t find it. I’m thrown (or jump) off the van and know the guy is coming after me with a vengence. So I duck behind some warehouses and spy a forest. Thinking I can hide in the forest, I dive into the foliage and realize it is inhabited by a camp of gypsie. I pull a Quazimodo and cry “Asylum, Asylum” and inform them that their people will be in danger, some will even die because of me. They honor the gypsy code and seconds later the theif turned assassin runs in crying “Asylum,” But it’s too late I got there first.
Then the mood changes and a soft ballet plays in the background. I don’t know who’s singing, but I can hear the words and the melody cleary…”Will he ever be my friend again…”
Strange, huh! Or maybe the making of a new genre!
