Hey there everyone. I hope that you all are enjoying your weekend. The novel that I have been writing is at the halfway mark. “The Sacrifice” was a story that I felt needed to be told because it came from a place that I don’t usually find my ideas. The story came from a dream I had a few months ago, and it seemed so real that I felt that my main character really wanted his story to be told. In my dream, he was being tormented by his Uncle in the 1950’s on the front lawn and his Uncle threw a knife at him and it landed in his eye. But strangely enough, it did not kill him. He does get his revenge though but I won’t say how you’ll have to read the book when it comes out. I decided not to use the knife in the eye scene in the story because it is just too brutal for this type of story.
I normally don’t remember my dreams and nightmares. But when I do I can come up with some very interesting things. Some of my dreams would make great books. Many years ago, I dreamed that I was in my childhood home all alone and suddenly everyone disappeared. I was the last person left in the whole city. I was so terrified. Then a spaceship came and soldiers appeared at my door and busted in to capture me. But I fought back and I refused to let them take me. That dream seemed so real. It scared me. I wasn’t writing novels at the time, just screenplays and poetry but if I had that dream today I would have surely turned it into a science fiction novel.
Dreams are great for getting weird ideas that are