Monday, March 30, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
It's a Story
What a convoluted dream, but a fantastic story. If only I could remember the details!
There are three boys, mid teens. A normal guy, a rich guy, and a weirdo who lives in the woods. (The cast of nearly every YA, right?)
There are two or three females, one girl for sure, and a woman, in the story, and a couple from outside the story. (My mother and Hazel's mother)
The normal guy is named Nick. One of the other two is Carson or Dawson.
The girl is mostly nameless, but has some synchronicity with Crystal, especially in the latter version (the rewrite.)
The basic story: The three fellows are reunited -- they were boy scouts together, or something like that. They are adventuring for the purpose of some 'defense' of the girl. The girl is connected to Nick -- sometimes romantically, sometimes as a relative. You know how dreams are. The girl is pregnant, although it is unclear who the father is. One of the guys? Maybe. An outsider? Maybe. Depends on the version of the story.
In the dream, I wrote the story.
I was interrupted by my mother before the tale was told. She had all these 'suggestions' to make it better.
The weather changed and the sun came out, bathing my desk by the big window in golden sunlight.
Hazel's mom came in, telling me the story needed finished, and it needed this that and something else included. Also I needed to get it written NOW.
So she would know what to do next.
So I began the rewrite, adding in detailed conversations and telephone calls.
The girl has/had a sister in a coma. In a bedroom in the rich boy's house. His mother was taking care of her. (When she was in the story)
The coma sister dies, throwing them all into chaos.
Nick, in his scout uniform, is looking in the mirror, thinking of calling Carson/Dawson and getting his help. But C/D is off in his treehouse.
Girl is dressed up like pretty pretty princess and is looking into her mirror. (at rich house. she must be sister/kin to rich boy) She is thinking of Dawson, wanting to call him from his stronghold. He can help her, she thinks, find the answers she is looking for.
She has just discovered she is pregnant. No one knows this yet but her.
I am so tired. I have been writing for hours and hours.
But the sun is still shining on the desk through the window, and one mother or the other is insisting they need to know what is next. She needs to know what to do.
She needs to know the end of the story.
So I write again.
This time the chapters are about the boys, about calling Carson. Carson is unimpressed by all the drama, and patently uninterested in the girl's dilemma. He is on the phone, and agrees, reluctantly, to come out of his forested retreat.
He will get everything back in order.
He will reorganize their lives
He will keep his privacy yet remain their friend.
Nick, in an older uniform (army, navy, something) is looking in the mirror, thinking of his friend's help.
Girl, dressed formally, is looking in her mirror, thinking thankfully of Dawson's timely help, at that time.
Rich guy is looking in a mirror that reflects an empty room in an empty house.
Dawson is sitting on a log, by a campfire, reading a book at twilight as birds twitter their good nights, and nocturnal eyes begin to reflect in the firelight.
I am exhausted. I am too tired to write another word.
But she still insists that I finish the story. That she needs the answers.
Because she needs to know what to do about her pregnant daughter.
I am too tired to think of any more answers.
Too tired to know any more story.
Too tired to write.
Too tired to care.
There is a lot of 'reflection' in this dream. mirrors, parallels, Nick's is a reflection of self. Girl's is a reflection of the good someone else did. Dawson is a reflection of nature.
The fatigue at writing is real for me for now, and the energy from it also 'reflects' what does happen.
Not sure of all the pressures from the moms to do more write it better and not being able to stop short of collapse. Interesting pair of moms, though.
There are three boys, mid teens. A normal guy, a rich guy, and a weirdo who lives in the woods. (The cast of nearly every YA, right?)
There are two or three females, one girl for sure, and a woman, in the story, and a couple from outside the story. (My mother and Hazel's mother)
The normal guy is named Nick. One of the other two is Carson or Dawson.
The girl is mostly nameless, but has some synchronicity with Crystal, especially in the latter version (the rewrite.)
The basic story: The three fellows are reunited -- they were boy scouts together, or something like that. They are adventuring for the purpose of some 'defense' of the girl. The girl is connected to Nick -- sometimes romantically, sometimes as a relative. You know how dreams are. The girl is pregnant, although it is unclear who the father is. One of the guys? Maybe. An outsider? Maybe. Depends on the version of the story.
In the dream, I wrote the story.
I was interrupted by my mother before the tale was told. She had all these 'suggestions' to make it better.
The weather changed and the sun came out, bathing my desk by the big window in golden sunlight.
Hazel's mom came in, telling me the story needed finished, and it needed this that and something else included. Also I needed to get it written NOW.
So she would know what to do next.
So I began the rewrite, adding in detailed conversations and telephone calls.
The girl has/had a sister in a coma. In a bedroom in the rich boy's house. His mother was taking care of her. (When she was in the story)
The coma sister dies, throwing them all into chaos.
Nick, in his scout uniform, is looking in the mirror, thinking of calling Carson/Dawson and getting his help. But C/D is off in his treehouse.
Girl is dressed up like pretty pretty princess and is looking into her mirror. (at rich house. she must be sister/kin to rich boy) She is thinking of Dawson, wanting to call him from his stronghold. He can help her, she thinks, find the answers she is looking for.
She has just discovered she is pregnant. No one knows this yet but her.
I am so tired. I have been writing for hours and hours.
But the sun is still shining on the desk through the window, and one mother or the other is insisting they need to know what is next. She needs to know what to do.
She needs to know the end of the story.
So I write again.
This time the chapters are about the boys, about calling Carson. Carson is unimpressed by all the drama, and patently uninterested in the girl's dilemma. He is on the phone, and agrees, reluctantly, to come out of his forested retreat.
He will get everything back in order.
He will reorganize their lives
He will keep his privacy yet remain their friend.
Nick, in an older uniform (army, navy, something) is looking in the mirror, thinking of his friend's help.
Girl, dressed formally, is looking in her mirror, thinking thankfully of Dawson's timely help, at that time.
Rich guy is looking in a mirror that reflects an empty room in an empty house.
Dawson is sitting on a log, by a campfire, reading a book at twilight as birds twitter their good nights, and nocturnal eyes begin to reflect in the firelight.
I am exhausted. I am too tired to write another word.
But she still insists that I finish the story. That she needs the answers.
Because she needs to know what to do about her pregnant daughter.
I am too tired to think of any more answers.
Too tired to know any more story.
Too tired to write.
Too tired to care.
There is a lot of 'reflection' in this dream. mirrors, parallels, Nick's is a reflection of self. Girl's is a reflection of the good someone else did. Dawson is a reflection of nature.
The fatigue at writing is real for me for now, and the energy from it also 'reflects' what does happen.
Not sure of all the pressures from the moms to do more write it better and not being able to stop short of collapse. Interesting pair of moms, though.
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