Years ago, I began writing short stories based off real nightmares I have had throughout my life. Not many translated well, but I decided that I wanted to continue this collection. I also decided I wanted to write some based on dreams, as well, and form the stories into an anthology called Dreams & Nightmares.
Unfortunately, pleasant dreams are harder for me to remember. Even if I decided to write the stories without real dreams for their bases, I found my inspiration for such things was lacking.
Until last night.
I’m not sure what prompted me to start writing a dream story last night, but I finished it fairly quickly. I’ve posted in on Wattpad for any who might be interested in a whimsical story about the pull of the dream world.
“I don’t dream often, but, when I do, the dreams are real and vibrant, and I have yet to forget one.”
Feel free to take a look (the story’s not long) and let me know what you think.