I was thinking a few minutes ago about my subconscious. But then again, that wasn’t really what I was thinking about. It startedwhen I was reading LJ Smith’s FAQ page on her website, and reading about what she thinks is magic and what an aspiring writer should do, and- more importantly- about which character it was that she liked writing the most. And that got me thinking (which is never a good idea, it never ends once it starts) exactly which characters I liked writing the most (the answer is Arazorn the Dark, by the way, along with Zachariah and Vilaneis), and as I was skimming through, that thought in my head, I wandered into the message “keep a list of story ideas”. So, going through my folders and haphazard organizational system, intending to write down a short blurb about this new idea I’ve been working on, when I realized I had already done it, and put it in its own folder. So, sitting back for a few seconds and looking at the many different ideas under Nightlife (not including the rather large folder titled “Origin and Backstories”), I suddenly remember the dream I had had a very long time ago that I haven’t yet forgotten.
I’ve told Lily about this dream once (twice actually, because she forgot the first time), so she knows what I’m talking about already, but for those who don’t I’ll explain it in short. From what I remember, it took place in a large dark room with cobwebs and spiders- a large bush of thorns in the center. Konnor was there, with Rachel at his arm, surrounded by what I presumed to be a whole bunch of vampires. They certainly had the vibe. It was quiet and dark- underground maybe. The telltale glass windows up above held hundreds more vampires and other damnable creatures watching down on the spectacle. It felt very serious, and very churchlike- as if speaking would be considered sacrilege. I might have been present, but I’m not sure. It kept switching back and forth from third person to first, as my dreams and waking mind often does. Konnor, in all of his arrogant glory, looks to the door and quotes softly to himself. “And he shall be born in the fiery thorns.” He glanced back to the bush before saying briskly. “Where is Xsen?”
Whoa. My mental self recoiled at the very thought. Let me explain, if you don’t understand. My stories partake in completely different worlds, different places and different times. There had been absolutely no connection between the worlds before this dream. Whenever I had ever dreamed of my characters, it had been with characters of the same book. I make sure that they stay separate in my mind. It’s too confusing otherwise. But in this dream, Konnor, Rachel and all of the vampires and werewolves were watching and waiting for something. No, someone. Xsen. From Divine Wars, a completely different idea.
But Konnor knew of him, obviously, and was waiting for him.
Nikolai- or someone, but I felt that it was supposed to be Nikolai- was pulled through the door, struggling against the hold of two large vampires, who, in retrospect, just might be Renatus and Remus. Which makes me quite happy that they took a little stop into my dreams. Yay! Anyway, he was dragged, kicking and struggling, into the thorn bush and pushed into it.
In seconds, his body is covered with the rapidly grown plants, encased. I can see his claustrophobia, and he starts breathing in quick.
Xsen comes in then, in the flourish that is usually known more for Zemnea, (what can I say, I have a think for the theatrics) three people behind him that I assume to be some sort of servants, though why Xsen would want them I wouldn’t guess. This was not my beloved Logan though, with the silvery locks of moonlight and deep pensive green eyes. No, this is Geovanni- deep fire-red hair, tattoos down his neck, red eyes alight with the flame he never bothered to learn to quench. (For those that don’t know, I entertained the thought of Logan dying and having another lifetime over the course of the series- who would be Geovanni. I, personally, loved the idea of Geovanni, because he was the exact opposite of Logan in every way, and thus exactly what I loved about him coming to the surface. The idea crashed and burned for the Divine Wars, but a mythical fourth book is brewing on the edges of my brain, you may yet get to see him) Geovanni turned to face Konnor, looking like his younger brother. He said something along the lines of “I said I would come, didn’t I?” in his contemptuous voice.
Konnor crossed his arms. “You’d better do it now, then.”
And with one glance from Xsen, the entire brush erupts into a column of burn flame which dances in Konnor’s eyes as he watches.
And then I woke up.
It was a pretty awesome dream, all and all. But it made me realize that while my conscious brain tries very hard to keep the ideas separate, my subconscious self doesn’t even bother. In fact, it found a nice was to meld them together. Since then, I’ve had a few more containing characters from different books interacting together. And, I have to say, it has some very interesting relationships. If not for that dream, how could I have known Psychos hated promiscuous women, or that Konnor thought that Xsen was stuck up? How could I have know that Rose and Thunder would have chemistry, or that Jason wouldn’t be able to keep his temper for five minutes in the same room as Arazorn the Dark? Since then, I’ve had them interact in my mind together, and learned some pretty interesting things. Maybe one day, when they invent a machine to put thoughts into pictures like I really want them too. But until then, I guess you’re going to just have to look at it yourself.
EDIT, five hours later: I’ve recently become addicted to music from “the Red Violin”, in order to have something in the background similiar to that of a character in a short story. It’s turning out to be really freaking creepy. Which probably you knew by hearing about the background music, huh? Go look up the premise of that movie if you don’t know. Then tell me I’m not crazy.