Stories and Dreams

While they have never given me a full manuscript I have found some very interesting writing fodder in my dreams. How on this green Earth I am going to work the rescuing the driver of the inflatable car from the burning waterfall in the sinkhole that opened up by the Agency Creek Bridge into a believable story I don't know. But the after bit about my teeth breaking off at the gumline and falling out might be a little more realistic...part of a fight scene maybe. Far and away the most realistic terror however was when I woke up fifteen minutes late for work... then the three clocks in the room started switching times randomly.

THEN I woke up. . .
Ah well the first night in a new place is always a little rough. At least I can get a chapter or two out of it now.