Thursday, April 4, 2013

A-Z Blog Challenge: D is for Dreams by LM Fields

It's that time again!!!  Unwritten and some 1000 other blogs participated last year, and this year looks to be even bigger! Just like last year, I've opened up the blog to host 26 fabulous writers, with each day of the challenge representing the letters of the alphabet from A-Z. I've asked each writer to focus on something that is personal to them, so we can learn more about each other. 

Please check out some of the other blogs in the challenge here: 


D is for...Dreams
by LM Fields

What are dreams? Where do they come from? Are they just a mish-mash of images, leftover sensory experiences from the day, a puzzle your brain is determined to piece together and solve? What happens when your dream shakes your very core, then returns to visit you not once but several times? Should you take it seriously, or shrug it off as coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidence any more.

The walls were the same dirty white as I remembered when growing up. A grand, picturesque window took up most of the north-facing side of the living room; the mountains were beautifully dusted with a bit of early snow. Sun couldn’t melt the deep chill in my bones; that was normal for this evil house, darkness would always be oozing down its walls and shadows lurked in every corner. White robed strangers, carrying old parchment documents, entered the room and circled me. Some changed, their features became familiar faces I recognized from family photo albums.

Their gifts documented before the eleventh century. I experienced their history, each playing at the same time. I was given specific instructions, measurements, shown symbols, and told stories without anyone saying a word. “You must tell this story.” They motioned towards the window. Then I saw the future, a dark storm was coming, reaching like a hand of death. “You are running out of time.” A feeling of dread for all of humanity filled my soul before my ancestors disappeared and I woke up crying.

September, two thousand eleven, was a night like any other night. I dreamt of a cold living room with dirty white walls and a large, northward facing window. I was in the same circle of white robed
figures, only this time they were angels. I was seeing them as they truly were. I knew I was dreaming, and I had been there before. One angel pointed towards the mountains. It was the same story but the details were more vivid, the faces, dates, and locations were very precise. “You must tell this story.” He said without moving his lips. I wondered how I could pull it off; my seizures erase my memory, my stories suffer as a result. The same feeling of dread for humanity filled my gut. “You must find a way,” he said, “time is running out.”

It had been fifteen years since I first had this dream. What were the odds? What would it hurt to write the story? I must try. So I did, but a seizure ruined my attempt. Amazingly, I had the dream again two weeks later and my memory was renewed. “You must find a different way.” The angel told me, so I did.

The Dark Seeds may have started as a dream, but three published novellas later, I am only two books away from its completion. What are dreams? Where do they come from? I don’t claim to know the answers, but I believe an open mind is a start.


An Indie Author and Digital Artist, LM Fields is passionate for out-of-the-box thinking. Lifelong struggles with seizures never stopped her from going after her dreams. She believes in serving up new blends of genre writing knitted from reality; her SciFi-Horror novellas seasoned with Steampunk, the Dark Seeds, are servings of just that. LM Fields loves her Florida home and is proud of her husband and son; both serve in the military. Her dog is her seizure companion, and her stinky but no less adorable ferrets make their presence known. For LM Fields, every day is a gift, an opportunity to create so she might always leave a beautiful mark. 


  1. Great post Linda. So now we know the rest of the story. :) Your writing is always entertaining.

  2. Wonderful post, Linda.

    It is always fascinating to find out where a writer's inspiration comes from. Keep listening to your dreams. Your books are awesome.


  3. I enjoyed your post, Linda. Dreams are amazing, and I remember most of mine. A lot of plot twists and turns for my novel came from my dreams.

    Best wishes and lots of luck in your writing.


  4. Hi Leona! Thank you for your comments, you are so sweet. Love you so much and all the inspiration and great advice you have always given me. Love n hugs to you! Dreams are wonderful aren't they? Thank you for the wishes... the same to you and your writing! I'm sure we will both go far as long as we continue to do what we love and love what we do. :)


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