Dreamy

Just wanted to write this dream down while I still have remnants of it in my head. It was pretty cool and may have been influenced by the nightly reading of the Dresden books before bed. I just have bits and pieces since I’ve been up for a while and I’m kicking myself that I didn’t write anything down right away. Ah well.

Anyway, in the dream, I had to guard some chalk. A big chunk of chalk that was walled up in a kid’s bedroom. I don’t know anything about the chalk other than it was magical and a bad guy wanted it. I was in the room, bantering with the baddie trying to keep him from guessing where the chalk was. I remember doing my best to resist glancing at the wall and giving it away, and I remember being quite proud of my bantering skills. I had almost logic’d him out of finding the chalk when the alarm went off.

That’s it. And I know it doesn’t really seem like much worthy of writing down, but the impressions left after the dream are still with me right now. You know how sometimes you dream and yeah you might remember a little of it, but then it goes away and you’ll never remember anything about it – but then sometimes you have dreams that seem so real and so vivid that the feelings and emotions and all that stuff follow you around for a while. This one was like that.

As for the chalk, Harry Dresden uses chalk a lot with his wizardry and I’m just about through the entire Dresden series *sniffle* I love these books so much.