My dreamverse is weird, no question. I've determined that there, Neil Gaiman is not only an occupant, but must be one of my neighbors. Must be. So far, I've had dreams where I've:
rescued him from shady, murderous assassins.
gone window shopping with him at the mall. Which escalated into a muscial.
ridden with him on a roller coaster
and now:
he was my next door neighbor in the Old Orchard neighborhood where I grew up. He had a very nice house with big windows and didn't mind me stopping by for reading and writing. We even took a stroll around in the forest. It's fall in my dreamverse quite often, as it was here. I said goodbye to go out walking the neighborhood to look for Bunny. (Yes, a year later and I am still walking the streets, looking for her in my dreams. One of the neighbors gave me an $100 bill so I could post a reward for her return).
Given that the first dream where he was a major player was the one where I have to kidnap him in order to save him from assassins, I think that in my dreamverse, he and I are friends. That's why he continues to make appearances, inviting me over to his house et all. Am I too forward in supposing that dream Gaiman and I are friends? Occasional friends who take tea and have conversations.
In other news, I've been productive! Am at half-way through a Doctor Who PWP and have bits and bobs worked out for
another. How fantastic is that? Maybe I shouldn't feel like I'm going places when I write fanfic, but with how much fun I'm having writing this, I can't not.
