Okay, so I don't dream all that often. And I've never had this flash of lightning for a story whilst dreaming/sleeping.
But the other night, I had this dream. Full of weird stuff, and people I know from all different areas of my life. Some high school friends. Some characters from books.
And Beth Revis.
That's right. So there's Beth, and she's the music teacher at this school where I was teaching too--just what I was teaching is a mystery. But Beth was hosting this like, live sing-in as a protest against the Westin's.
Who are the Westin's? I wasn't really sure, but I knew they were BAD. They were trying to take over our part of the country. Or something. So I sat down at the sing-in, where Beth was strumming away on her guitar, and some of my old high school friends were there.
So, of course, I morphed into a teenager. And then this boy sat down next to me, and we really hit it off, and he asked me out, and I said yes.
Then I walked, seriously, like ten feet from the sing-in to the door of my apartment, where I lived with my sister. But she wasn't really my sister. Well, she was, but it wasn't my real, biological sister--it was this character from a book.
Weird, I know.
And she hated me (she was one of the mean girls in the book), and we didn't talk, and when this cute boy came to pick me up--hours later, mind you--my sister had her two friends over. And he introduced himself since I didn't exactly know his last name, as Chris Westin, and my sister paled and her friends stared.
I knew the name should me something to me, but Chris was cute, and suddenly we were in college, so I could do whatever I wanted, and so we left the apartment.
That's when I woke up. And my first thought was: "I should write a book about this."
My second: "About WHAT, exactly? Beth Revis playing the guitar? There's no story here, you moron."
My third: "Man, I'm tired. My head feels fuzzy... zzz."
So yeah. Those are the kinds of things you think after you've had a codeine-induced dream. Weird, yeah?
Where do you get your story ideas? Dreams? Random places? Narcotics? Do tell.