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slipjig3I don't usually report on my dreams in this journal, because they're usually so random that the telling is boring: "...and then Cab Calloway came up with a bag of salt and some toothpaste and told me that Carthage must be destroyed," that sort of thing. But on Friday, in the middle of a bunch of randomness, I had a dream-moment—just a moment, mind you—that is doing a serious number on my psyche.
I was female, in my mid-20s, flame-red hair, weather-beaten leather clothing, journeying along a country hillside on a gray afternoon with a man, older, bearded. I was apprenticed to this man, studying to be...a knight? A warrior? Nothing so simple, but much along those lines. I don't recall the conversation that led to this moment happening; all I remember is the man turning to me on the road, reaching behind my neck with his knife, and cutting away a few hairs from the nape of my neck, which he then held up before my eyes, short copper strands pinched between his finger and thumb. I understood what this meant: he was sealing our contract. I wasn't expecting this, not then, in that place. And not with him—my fate was supposed to be elsewhere. But I fell to my knees, eyes closed, arms spread ever so slightly as I pledged my subservience, not to him, but to the path I would follow. Not submission, but devotion and obedience to that which I must do. And in that rush, I truly understood that which I was surrendering, and that which I was giving myself to, and the risk I was facing, and that my life was now in the hands of something far larger and greater than me.
I hadn't had an epic dream like that in a long, long time.
First direct result is that I got gobsmacked into my annual AutumnWeird two and a half months early, dammit; I had to go into work still in Mythic Quest mode. The second effect was trying to process Anna's interpretation of the dream, which I won't get into, but suffice it to say, it broke my little brain. The problem I'm dealing with now, though? A plotbunny the size of Manitoba. I still don't know the backstory, or even the frontstory, but this is begging, begging to be written. I've never done straight fantasy before, but I very much want to try on this one. And even better, I think I can sneak in all the other orphaned plot details I've been saving since God-knows-when.
The problem? NaNoWriMo is still over four months away, and I don't want to go into it without an idea. I now have an idea, but I Don't Want To Wait. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
*grumble* Okay, help me out here, guys.
[Poll #1009758]
I was female, in my mid-20s, flame-red hair, weather-beaten leather clothing, journeying along a country hillside on a gray afternoon with a man, older, bearded. I was apprenticed to this man, studying to be...a knight? A warrior? Nothing so simple, but much along those lines. I don't recall the conversation that led to this moment happening; all I remember is the man turning to me on the road, reaching behind my neck with his knife, and cutting away a few hairs from the nape of my neck, which he then held up before my eyes, short copper strands pinched between his finger and thumb. I understood what this meant: he was sealing our contract. I wasn't expecting this, not then, in that place. And not with him—my fate was supposed to be elsewhere. But I fell to my knees, eyes closed, arms spread ever so slightly as I pledged my subservience, not to him, but to the path I would follow. Not submission, but devotion and obedience to that which I must do. And in that rush, I truly understood that which I was surrendering, and that which I was giving myself to, and the risk I was facing, and that my life was now in the hands of something far larger and greater than me.
I hadn't had an epic dream like that in a long, long time.
First direct result is that I got gobsmacked into my annual AutumnWeird two and a half months early, dammit; I had to go into work still in Mythic Quest mode. The second effect was trying to process Anna's interpretation of the dream, which I won't get into, but suffice it to say, it broke my little brain. The problem I'm dealing with now, though? A plotbunny the size of Manitoba. I still don't know the backstory, or even the frontstory, but this is begging, begging to be written. I've never done straight fantasy before, but I very much want to try on this one. And even better, I think I can sneak in all the other orphaned plot details I've been saving since God-knows-when.
The problem? NaNoWriMo is still over four months away, and I don't want to go into it without an idea. I now have an idea, but I Don't Want To Wait. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
*grumble* Okay, help me out here, guys.
[Poll #1009758]
