I usually have very messed up dreams. I used to be able to tell when my boyfriend was using because I would dream about it. (Another prophecy dream I had was about 4 years ago. I dreamt that my daughter was about 8 and I was nursing a baby boy on our old blue sofa. I dismissed the dream when we got rid of that sofa months later. My daughter will turn 8 in the fall …).
Occasionally, I have dreams that I believe would be awesome as written stories. One such is a paranormal shape-shifter romance that I plan to do after I finish the third (maybe 4th) of this hockey series. I like to call it Up In Flames,
Two nights ago I had a dream about a girl who has been in love with this guy, he’s been something like an older brother, for years. And he asks a favour from her and she says yes. And then they kiss. Neither of them realizing the other had feelings for years.
That’s how the dream went.
The story I’m writing is a little different. You can see when I finish it.
I’m just hoping I don’t write too much and kill my interest. I really love the characters and the emotion. Sex is only erotic with the right emotions.
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