The idea behind it all: it was a dream. *wooo creepy* it made me scream. actually scream out in the grip of this nightmare. most of my stories come from my dreams, and this one was a whopper. the only reason its taking so damn long to complete is that
a. most of the story is on the back of a piece of smudgy map-paper written in the backseat of moms car while they were doing a power of attorney in new york. dont ask. its complicated.we're not even going to get into how many tiny bits of paper its on, or where the hell its going or how long its gonna be. i neither know, nor care. i will write it as desriptively as i possibly can, then when its done, its done. on the topic of where the hell its going, i say dooom. just a general sense of complete total and utter hopelessness.b. i want it to be as scary, as dramatic, as eerie, as terrifying, and to give as much of a feeling of paranoia and doom of the human race and world as the dream was. this is a lot to live up to, and i keep fallling just a tad short of where i really want to be.
well, that cheery thing said, ENJOY!