Last night, I half woke up from a dream, thinking it would be the perfect idea for a story someday … it featured a married couple in a medieval-fantasy world, where the woman was the warrior and the man was not, and he was always cracking jokes, and they were quite happy together …
I was horribly, terribly sad this morning when I woke up fully and realized that it was not, in fact, a brilliantly original idea which I could use for a fabulous story.
I had just taken Zoe and Wash from Firefly and inserted them into the Middle Ages.
Darn you, subconscious!
well, what if she were… a SPRITE WARRIOR and he a stay-at- home DRAGONFLY named Wowie and Zalsh? It could happen!
Ha! That would definitely be an entertaining story.
Hey, at least you got to dream last night!
Dreaming isn’t usually a problem for me. It’s trying to get the dreams to tone down enough that I actually wake up feeling rested. Last night alone I dreamt my way through three separate battles.
Zoe and Wash! That’s pretty much my OTP right there. 🙂
MINE TOO. Well, them and Lord Peter and Harriet.
Oh! And Joe and Betsy. I should stop now.