Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 January 2010

Dream logic (or The Plot Thickened, and then thinned as if a gallon of water had been added)

In Which Our Hero Realises He Has Taken A Wrong Turning

You know when you have a dream and you're convinced when you wake up in the middle of the night that it contained the complete plot for a novel? Then you wake up in the morning and realise you're an idiot. Here are the plot elements I can recall: A man with a serious injury to his torso who has to look after a cattery with only two cats, but he needs to fly to America only they won't let him onboard a flight. So anyway, he gets to America, and there's an artifact, some museum piece... (this is how my memory returned to me this morning, in instalments, and it's sounding weird, but do-able so far, but then... Oh but then!) The museum piece is MAGIC! Oh dear. At least there was a chase through an elegantly furnished hotel to enjoy after this.

That is all.