I haven’t had as many story dreams in recent times as I used to – historically some of my most creative stories from dreams and sometimes from my serial dreams. Last night I had a brilliant dream, the prospect of writing down really excited me to.
It was about Red Riding Hood in a modern, real-world setting. The Girl, Red, was facing something but it wasn’t the wolf. Annoyingly I can’t remember the precise story – it was just based on that setting but was a new story. It’s annoying me. I want to remember. I want to write it down…
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