Bizarre dream.

[valis2]

I dreamt that I got an agent. I paid her the customary $10 for the first month and she read my work and we were both supposed to decide if we liked each other and whether to continue the contract at the end of the month.

She gave me a green postcard that was the customary First Opinion document that agents give their writers when they start a trial contract. It had my name and a few comments on it. She used the d.a.c. comment system for the initial set of comments, meaning that she had to come up with three adjectives about my writing and they had to start with d, a, and c. She did come up with two sets, so six adjectives, but I can only remember "dark".

I thought there was something else so I kept turning the postcard over and trying to find it. Eventually I realized that she had scrawled another note on it, saying that she had found the Last Sanguimagus online and thought it was "clichéd" and "dreary". I was disappointed but I did understand her comments.

Then she was telling me how nice it was that I had retrieved that object from Smaug, and I said yes, he never woke up, I went right into my old elementary school's gym (where he was sleeping) and grabbed the object and left. I then suddenly realized how dangerous and stupid that had been.

And then I woke up.

Comments

[tokificent.livejournal.com]

Wow really? That's a cool dream!

Last night I dreamt that I was living in a futuristic underground space colony. I had a job as some sort of psychic healer and a really fantastic mohawk-style haircut. All the women wore loose fine white robes and were really relaxed all the time. The best part was that I was in love with (Colin Firth's) Mr. Darcy and we had a secret rendezvous at his bookstore. Only I woke up before I got to the really juicy stuff. :(

[rickfan37.livejournal.com]

Damn, isn't that always the way?
Last night I dreamed I was at a large family gathering and Trent Reznor was there, but I had to buy the photos that had been taken for £12 from his agent. The we all had to watch the men put on a panto but Trent turned into a little boy and ran off.
Then I saw Billie Joe Armstrong with his band (there were 5 of them and they weren't Green Day) and got their autographs on the backs of some old Christmas cards. Then I called my eldest over and BJ hugged her really tight.
Weird. I misght post this on my own LJ.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

That's really crazy!

And no hugs from Trent? You got robbed! Poor thing.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

You woke up too early? How cruel is that! :(

[jen-deben.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA! That's great! Well; congratulations on getting an agent! Although it's a pity she's one of the ones who charges reading fees. };-D

I may as well recount my recent weird dream too, since everybody (you, tokificent and rickfan37) is.

Two nights ago I dreamed that I was sitting at a campire surrounded by trolls. Light is toxic to trolls, so they couldn't come near me while the fire was burning, and I couldn't sleep with them there, knowing that if the fire burned down, they'd come and eat me. All I could see of them were hundreds of pairs of glittering eyes off in the darkness.

So I shone a flashlight at them, killed a bunch, and they happily ate one another instead of me. I escaped when the sun came up and they had to go back to their troll abodes.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

This totally reminded me of this fic (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/535190/1/) and I couldn't stop laughing. heh.

My (dream) agent is awesome! She knows the lengths I go to procure items from ancient dragons in elementary school gymnasiums.

[catsintheattic.livejournal.com]

Another dream to share:

Some time around Christmas I dreamt that I was attacked by four guys. I wanted to open the car, and there they were. The nearest started talking offensive stuff, while the others were surrounding us. And I knew that he was getting too close and that I should defend myself and hit him over the head, but all the time I tried to put away my mobile, so that it wouldn't get crashed.

On another dream level I watched myself in the dream and thought that I was acting stupid, to care about the mobile. This level was like a comment on the dream; there I knew how I could do better.

Then I woke up and mused that that in spite of all the martial arts training I was still doing the wrong thing in my dream.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

You are apparently your own worst critic! *laughs* Poor thing.

[catsintheattic.livejournal.com]

Motto: know thy worst inner enemy!

:-)

[morricone1900.livejournal.com]

I actually HAVE an agent, and your story represented more actual communication about the content of anything I've done than any conversation I've ever had with her. The only thing we ever talk about is contracts.

I don't even think my agent really even knows how I write, or what I do. :/ Although she pretends very creatively.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Heh, I've heard stories like that! Yes, dream!agent was rather helpful, and truthful, I thought. ;)