Moments in Winter

[akirlu]

This morning I dreamed that a man came to my door, asking if he could take a look at some books that he had seen through my window. I told him that the books weren't really in my house, they only appeared to be there. They were visible when you looked in through the window, but not from inside the house. They were, I explained, due to a ghost -- various things around the house would appear to be there that really weren't. These were signs that the house was haunted. About as I said this, it occurred to me that the man at my door was the ghost. I also realized, in the way that you do in dreams, that he needed to find a way to get to those ghost books to get a crucial piece of information, and that I was going to have to help him. And then I woke up.

The afterimage of the dream feels like the kernel of a story to me. I wonder if I'll write it?

Comments

[kate-schaefer.livejournal.com]

I am intrigued by that story premise. I've read a lot of stories about ghosts that needed to do something in order to be able to rest in peace; this looks like a different twist.

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it does have a rather different feel to it, to me. Definitely requires some further thought though, to figure out why, if the man and the books are both ghosts, he can't get to them, and how I could help bridge that gap. I think it's supposed to be a murder mystery, at least a mystery of some sort, and the books are, I think, just a first step in solving the puzzle, but I don't know what that puzzle is, or what happened. So, must ponder. My dream brane is much more innovative than I am.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

I would love you to write a ghost story. You know I'm a sucker for them and for your writing.

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't know where to go with this beginning, but last night I had another, rather creepier dream about how some objects still had pieces of the souls of the previous owners caught in them, and people were buying them up online to literally sell souls to the devil, and I think I can merge the two together to make a coherent story. At least, I jotted a bunch of notes today on the train to work, and I have more stuff in my head. This may yet be a story I can tell.