I guess we could call it a contest, but I ain't buying no prizes or nuthin. How does 'sincere gratitude' sound for a prize?
Anyway. I'm working on a story now that has five big scenes set in the realm of dreams. But like I told my good friend Vivi, I don't want to write cheesy, 'Hollywood'-type dream sequences that don't resemble anything any normal person would dream -- I'm looking for common elements, common themes: things that will make a reader say, "Oh yeah, I've had dreams like that."
Having a monster chase you and only being able to run in slow motion, showing up for work and realizing you forgot to wear pants, having your teeth inconveniently drop out in the middle of a conversation -- things like that. I've already done a good bit of research, but I'd like to hear from normal folks too. Especially writers -- because I've noticed they tend to have pretty colorful ones.
If you'd like to help a brother out, you can leave short dream descriptions in my comments, or, if they're more personal somehow, you can email them to firstname.lastname@example.org. And wilder IS better. I want my dream scenes to have familiar elements, but I also want them to be creative, original and breath-taking. So anything you have to contribute would be greatly appreciated. My intention is to use them for inspiration, but who knows? I just might steal them outright -- I can be a jerk that way.
To kick this thing off, I'll share one of my recent ones:
I was some kind of desk cop, working in an office with two other desk cops. This creepy, wacked-out, weirdo came in and started being belligerent and insulting, like he wanted to get arrested -- even going so far as to poke us and deliberately jostle us as we worked. Because he seemed to want to be arrested, we were reluctant to do so -- until he shoved me.
I got mad and told him that if he did that one more time, I'd take him into custody, and of course, he did it again. So me and my desk cop buddies hopped up and tried to arrest him. He started to fight back, but he was grinning and hollering and laughing like it was the most fun he ever had. In my dream, I got the icky sense that this was part of some kind of sick fetish for him.
Anyway. Once we had him on the ground and restrained, he let out this explosive burst of diarrhea that he'd apparently been holding for this exact moment. It soaked his pants, and pooled beneath him, and in my dream -- I could actually smell it!
It made me choke and gag, and I stumbled away making some sort of 'hurp' sound while the guy and my cop buddies laughed at me.
So go ahead. Psychoanalyze. Just be sure to leave a little something in exchange.