I've had very strange dreams for the past few nights. However, I think I'm going to use them in some way to form the basis for a new story.
The first was set during WWII (and I think the reason for that is that I'd been thinking how very different Americans' perceptions of the current war in Iraq is from the way my grandparents have talked about WWII).
I was pregnant o.O and my mother had drugged me and was taking me someplace to get an illegal abortion, but I somehow managed to escape from her while drugged and then passed out in an alleyway. This lady found me and took me to this warehouse, where there was a secret room and she hid me there until the war was ended, and I guess hid my kid elsewhere after it was born, although I'm not entirely sure why.
So, there was this big announcement that the war was over and I went and found a job working as a governess for this family with nine kids. Then it started being a lot like The Sound of Music in terms of my relationship with the kids. Then, (this part won't be used) the family I worked for was involved in a reality tv show, and I lost which meant I had to leave the kids. As I was leaving I ran into the lady who had hidden me during the war, and I was talking to her but someone came up behind us and we were both scared...then I woke up. I want to know what happens!
I know very little about what it was like to live during WWII, so I think I'd have to take the concepts and move them into another time period or planet.
The second dream is even more disturbing. Ewan McGregor was my boyfriend and he worked at a pizza place. (Stop squeeing.) He and this friend of his who also worked at the pizza place lived in the attic of the lady who owned it. She was this really nice older lady and we all liked her. She gave this third guy a job, and he turned out to be a psychopath. I'll spare you the details, but he ended up getting arrested. Then he escaped, and we were all trying to find the old lady before he got to her and killed her. Then I woke up. *headdesk* Why do I have to wake up at the most inconvenient times?!?!?
Last night my friend and I were talking about I Love Lucy. I'm surprised THAT didn't end up in my dreams, but now I want to make Lucy icons. Of course I also promised
sweetiemissy some Beauty and the Beast, and I've got some Evil Genius icons I want to make too. *sigh*
Poor One Path has been so ignored this week. I'm gonna go stare at it some more I guess.
The first was set during WWII (and I think the reason for that is that I'd been thinking how very different Americans' perceptions of the current war in Iraq is from the way my grandparents have talked about WWII).
I was pregnant o.O and my mother had drugged me and was taking me someplace to get an illegal abortion, but I somehow managed to escape from her while drugged and then passed out in an alleyway. This lady found me and took me to this warehouse, where there was a secret room and she hid me there until the war was ended, and I guess hid my kid elsewhere after it was born, although I'm not entirely sure why.
So, there was this big announcement that the war was over and I went and found a job working as a governess for this family with nine kids. Then it started being a lot like The Sound of Music in terms of my relationship with the kids. Then, (this part won't be used) the family I worked for was involved in a reality tv show, and I lost which meant I had to leave the kids. As I was leaving I ran into the lady who had hidden me during the war, and I was talking to her but someone came up behind us and we were both scared...then I woke up. I want to know what happens!
I know very little about what it was like to live during WWII, so I think I'd have to take the concepts and move them into another time period or planet.
The second dream is even more disturbing. Ewan McGregor was my boyfriend and he worked at a pizza place. (Stop squeeing.) He and this friend of his who also worked at the pizza place lived in the attic of the lady who owned it. She was this really nice older lady and we all liked her. She gave this third guy a job, and he turned out to be a psychopath. I'll spare you the details, but he ended up getting arrested. Then he escaped, and we were all trying to find the old lady before he got to her and killed her. Then I woke up. *headdesk* Why do I have to wake up at the most inconvenient times?!?!?
Last night my friend and I were talking about I Love Lucy. I'm surprised THAT didn't end up in my dreams, but now I want to make Lucy icons. Of course I also promised
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Poor One Path has been so ignored this week. I'm gonna go stare at it some more I guess.