I had a dream. The happy kind of dream where I had my ARC’s and I got to see my actual book for the first time. At first glance, the bright pink and black colors popped out at me, so it seemed to be my book. But when I held it closer, the cover was made of stretchy nylon, and most of the image was missing. I remember thinking, “my book is supposed to be hardcover. And it looks nothing like the way it should.”
The back cover was blank. Just a solid color. I started to “slightly” freak out. I opened the first page and it gave a description of the book. But it wasn’t mine. It described something so completely different (which of course I can’t remember now) but it made me frantically flip through the pages. And there I found random stories from other books thrown together. Every story but mine. So I went around snagging my ARC’s out of everyone’s hands …then my alarm went off.
So I wonder how it would’ve ended if my alarm didn’t interupt this….dream? It started off so happy and ended up a writers nightmare. It’s almost like those dreams you have when you’re starting the first day of school (or work) and you show up without clothes, or you’re expecting a baby and dream that you forget your baby in the mall (sorry, Alex!).
So any dream interpreters want to make a guess on what my book dream could mean? Do all writers have nightmares about their books or is it just me?
I also dreamt that an octopus ate my husband.