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I’ve been having the strangest dreams these last few days. I think it might be because I’ve been sick with the flu. The medications I’ve been taking to combat it have been playing havoc with my mind. So much so, that I dream of things I’ve never thought about before.

Take last night, for instance. I busted out dreaming of this chick (I have no idea who she is,  since it wasn’t me in the dream, mind you.), who decided to chase demons. This odd dream might have a more profound meaning, but I haven’t taken the time to really dwell on it yet like I always do.

The day before that, I dreamt of someone close to me. In the dream, we were looking for something, but I can’t remember what it was. The alarm went off, and it stunted the rest of the dream. Then, there are the dreams with zombies, but I blame The Walking Dead for those. A new show called Westworld also prompted one of my dreams, which took an odd—and I do mean odd—turn.

Ironically, though, I did have a few dreams that I jotted down and started writing stories from. Has this ever happened to any of you?

One of them I’ve named A Wrinkle In Time. Another became one called Armadillo Creek. Still haven’t decided if it’ll be a Western or a straight romance, though. I also jotted down ideas for a story called How To Train Your Dragon. It has nothing to do with the cartoon, by the way. It’s . . . umm . . . one of those erotic stories, so I will leave it at that.

I find it awesome, though, how our dreams can inspire such different stories. Who would have thunk it, huh?

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