Dreamfest: day dreams and night dreams and nightmares? How did I nearly miss this?
Amalia T is holding a Dream Sequence Blog Fest today over on her Blog: Good To Begin Well, Better To End Well.
I love how dreams show us our deepest fears. They rarely answer any questions but they help us ask a lot.
This section is Jess' dream in NEAR EDGWARE (YA paranormal romance)
I must have slept because when I moved again my heart was racing. My hands and forehead were soaked in perspiration. The dream that looked, and smelt, and felt so real, had been played out in a strange orange half-light from the evening sun and blood red moon.
Dogs crouched low but pulled away from the circle where we gathered. A cat, with back arched and claws digging deep, hissed from the branch of a tree. But the crowds, dressed in rough woollen tunics, were the least human creatures there. Mercilessly, they threw stones at a bloodied dog where it crouched, tethered and defenceless in the centre.
I stood to one side of the crowd quivering with a rage I didn’t understand. My foot rolled a bloody, wooden club in the dust. But the movement had made the hem of my skirt, sticky with blood, slip coldly across my skin.
Now I'm off to go and read some other dreamy posts ;)