Dream Journal: The Good Ones

For the past couple of years, I've been haunted by nightmares. But, seemingly at random, these nightmares have stopped, replaced by a bunch of pretty good dreams. Yay! 

Today, I'm going to share a couple of favorites.

1. Selling Stephen Amell a copy of my superhero novel at comic con.

This was a fantastic dream, I got to say. It's one of the few times I've woken up, going darn it! I wished it was real. So basically this is what happened:

Stephen Amell walks up to my table, where I am selling copies of Trapped, my superhero novel (currently unpublished). He asks to buy one and I sign it for him before calling up my friend to join me at the table. She starts freaking out and we're both trying to not scream we're so excited. The beauty of the dream was that Stephen Amell plays the Arrow and my superhero novel drew a lot of inspiration from his show. Really, a dream would be for him to be as big of a fan of my work as I am of his.

2. Watching a scene from Trapped.

So the other day I created a new character, a gorgeous bad boy with a British accent. Anyway, I dreamed about him and my protagonist's second meeting. It's hilarious and memorable, but unfortunately I can share the dream. Spoilers.

3. Taking Selfies with the Twelfth Doctor on a Cruise Ship.

This was a fun dream. I just got into Doctor Who and am loving it. Anyway, in this dream, the doctor happened to be the president of the United States. I got into the pool on the cruise ship and he joined me and we took selfies, with my copy of The Amulet of Samarkand, the first book in The Bartimaeus Trilogy. Fun stuff.

Okay so those are the top three. There are others but they're not as interesting or I can't remember all the details. Thanks for reading!

She Would

She would fight.
Harder than she thought she could.
Longer than anyone expected her to.
Every day she would push
Back against the walls that held her
Testing their limits.
She would fight.

She would cry.
In grief, for the people she loved.
In joy, for the life she lived.
In despair, for everything she’d lost.
The tears would fall like rain.
More tears than she’d ever expected to shed.
She would cry.

She would laugh
Every worry and tear away.
Everything would be okay
Because she knew who she was
And that knowledge gave her joy.
She would laugh.

She would mourn.
For the poor man, for the soldier, for the lost and the lonely.
Every sorrow would be hers to bear.
Every pain hers to share.
She would mourn.

She would struggle.
Nothing would ever break her
Not the jeering nor the anger nor the doubters.
Her strength would never falter.
She would struggle.

She would love.
Every heart would be hers to hold.
Every heart to be cared for by her gentle hands.
Not an ounce of it would be held back
Because it was all she had to give.
She would love.