I get some of my best ideas in dreams.

For the last two nights, I’ve been lost in an ongoing action-adventure style sleep saga where the heroine is actually me inside another skin, though that’s not always the case. Anyway, this dream is …freaking amazing.

It’s about this woman who gets kidnapped by a survivalist, end-of-the-world-is-coming Riddick type (that’s Vin Diesel from Pitch Black, if you didn’t know). At first she’s utterly terrified and just wants to go home. But he keeps telling her she’s his Chosen, and she’s like, WTF? You are crazy, dude.

So they’re living all isolated off tuna and canned peas until she loses track of time. He’s oddly considerate of her, though, no matter how much she rants or protests. He goes out from time to time, all geared up in weird protective clothing, and he doesn’t hunt. He says it might not be safe. Once he relaxes his surveillance on her, she tries the television and then the radio, and then her cell phone. And finds that ALL devices fail to get a signal.

Of course, she comes down with a serious case of the willies, and she starts to think maybe he’s not crazy after all. Maybe there’s something going on out there. There’s probably some Stockholm going on up in her head, but who cares? He’s hot!

And it really is the end of the world. Well, the end of the world as we know it. (and I feel fine). You know how in many urban fantasy novels, some “change” or “awakening” has taken place? Allowing magic and supernatural creatures to return to the land? Well, what if I set the story during said Change? Wouldn’t that make for an interesting post-apocalyptic world? Instead of nukes, we have monsters roaming around, people can’t communicate with each other, supplies are running out, and civilization is falling apart.

So I’ve been dreaming this story sequentially. Which never happens! Man, now I can’t wait to go back to sleep for the next installment. I hope I get it tonight.

When I last left our two, they had found a carload of survivors traveling to an alleged safe-house, but then they were forced off the road and their vehicle disabled by weirdos in masks. Our hero simply disappeared in all the confusion, and the heroine turned into a Doberman, so the bad guys wouldn’t think she was of any value. (In the dream, I was like, Holy crap, I didn’t know I could do that!)

The others are screaming for help, and the hero hasn’t come back yet. Is he dead? Grievously hurt? What should the heroine do? Does she look for Riddick-guy or does she follow the weirdos in the masks?

I think it must have shifters in it, or the heroine wouldn’t be turning into a Doberman. Anyway, what do you guys think? Should I try to write this when I get time?