A few years ago, I had a dream one Sunday morning. It wasn't my usual Tim Burtonesque hodgepodge nightmare (those are the only dreams I remember - none of the happy ones, if I have them) of Plexiglass body parts and 50-foot-long parasites. This one seemed very factual and real, and probably contrived, since I have absolutely no way of actually knowing if this is what death is like.
So, because I occasionally dabble in something other than fanfiction, I got up and wrote it out with a storytelling framework device. I don't pretend it'll appeal to everyone, or even anyone, but I did copyright it under my real name, and here it is. I don't have a dedication, per se, and if you honestly can't figure out what it's referencing, don't feel bad - ask and ye shall be told.
The title is taken from one of the best songs I know, off the soundtrack of "Donnie Darko." (It's not a songfic, don't worry; the title came after, not before.)
( Dreams In Which I'm Dying )
Any kind of feedback is welcomed.
So, because I occasionally dabble in something other than fanfiction, I got up and wrote it out with a storytelling framework device. I don't pretend it'll appeal to everyone, or even anyone, but I did copyright it under my real name, and here it is. I don't have a dedication, per se, and if you honestly can't figure out what it's referencing, don't feel bad - ask and ye shall be told.
The title is taken from one of the best songs I know, off the soundtrack of "Donnie Darko." (It's not a songfic, don't worry; the title came after, not before.)
( Dreams In Which I'm Dying )
Any kind of feedback is welcomed.