Apologies for not updating much. I've been focusing my efforts on my two unpublished novels. Speaking of which, one has a plot revolving around dreams. In an effort to write believable dreams, I am going to start recording the ones I remember here. Although my dreams often contain real life people, I'll refrain from mentioning their names, in case they do something rather embarrassing. Here begins my dream diary.
I woke up to a flurry of noise, of doors being slammed and boxes bumping into walls. Ah, yes. Today was moving day. Heading into the hall, I saw not just one, but two roommates moving in. One was a colleague, one with an ever present smile and springy golden curls. Together we watched the third roommate, who we had not expected til April, with straight dark hair, moving her things quietly into the bedroom between mine and my colleague's.
"She's our third roommate?" Her smile turned into a puzzled look. "I thought you picked that red-headed girl."
"I did, too." The dark haired girl was one I hadn't seen since college. Or was it that day as extras on television? It was hard to say. But apparently we were going to live together now.
We watched as the dark haired girl opened a closet next to my room, one I'd forgotten I had, and started nonperishable food items in it. Shrugging it off, I passed by my room, to a room I also forgot I had, complete with windows on either side and a desk I thought I had given away. It was covered in papers and dust.
"As you can see, I hardly use this room." There might have been a flat screen television one side of the room.
Then we went out to the deck. Rather than be a patio deck on the side of my bedroom, this was a huge area, on the third floor, surrounded by rooftops, and metal railing.
"Look at how much skyline there is!" I pulled out my camera. Though the sun had been up previously, it was dark now.
"It's perfect for taking sunrise pictures." She watched me as I started snapping away.
Two hot, white-gold orbs rose from nebulas of clouds in the west. Maybe they were moons? As if remembering that I was taking pictures of a sunrise, I turned to the east, and snapped even more photos. My camera was slow, and for some reason kept switching to video mode against my will. The clouds in front of me were larger than thunderclouds, and spiked in all directions as if made from a galactic gas. Behind them, the sun lit there edges in red and gold as it rose into the sky.
I was walking, and walking fast, and at one point I was riding in the back of a friends truck, snapping as many pictures as I could. Then I was surrounded by warehouses, enraptured by the sky. Again, the sun rose, only to disappear. It was late, and I was standing at a busstop where the bus wouldn't arrive for half an hour. A taxi-cab arrived to pick up customers, and there wasn't enough room for me. One college-age girl sat in the shot gun seat, and three football-player sized guys piled in the backseat. The cab driver, a middle-aged woman, fiddled with her meter.
Next I was sitting in a small, local diner, and the day finally showed it's full brightness outside. I was reading through a menu, wondering if I should order chicken strips or something that would take less time and money. My family had at least three tables put together, and I wondered if my dad or my sister would try to pay for me. The menu had fried pickles as one of their appetizers.
