One year ago, I had a dream.
This was probably one of the most vivid and longest dreams that I could remember. I woke up after having that dream, and thought about it the whole day. Thinking of ways it could play out after the point it had been cut off by me waking up. In the dream, it wasn't specifically me, and whoever this girl was, her father went missing. She had this neighbor who she got a comforting vibe from, even though she never met him personally. Her neighbor somehow showed her these powers she had and saved her multiple times from people trying to take them away. With every new thing she discovered, she could find herself getting closer to her father who had been missing for years and who she assumed was dead. When I got home that day, I grabbed one of my many composition books and flipped to a blank page. I stared at the paper for a few minutes sorting out my thoughts and a title came to me. At the top of that page I wrote "the dreamer"
The girls name was Talia, it was the mother who had been missing, and the neighbor was not a grown man, he was a teenage boy who she felt a strong connection to. They pieced the parts of their lives that were supposed to be together and slowly figured out Talia's mothers disappearance, and why Talia was always being attacked by people and nightmares. This idea that sprouted from a dream I had to a story I was passionate to write. This story will always be apart of me. Even though I am not currently writing it, I believe that later in life I will come back to it and write it out the way It was always supposed to be. Thank you to the few people who have read through my very rough drafts and stuck with me. Today marks the day that something came to me, a year ago I started the dreamer.
