The seeds of many, if not most, of my story ideas begin as dreams. Last night I dreamed that my that My Beloved and I were among those who were invited by beings from another world to go with them on a great adventure across space that would take seven or eight earth years. My Beloved and I quickly decided to go together. At the last minute, I was unable to go, but she had her heart set on the trip and we agreed that she should go without me. (That’s when I woke up.)
It certainly wasn’t the funnest dream I’ve ever had, but it may contain the seeds of an interesting story and writing adventure. I plan to climb aboard and see where it takes me.