We're finally getting a few days of the seasonal rain in Colorado known as the monsoons flowing up from the Gulf of Mexico. Yes, it's helping to extinguish the fires, but the rain is also causing mudslides and flash floods in some parts of the Front Range. Lots of those folks whose homes were saved are now looking at washed-out driveways, sliding hillsides, and black runoff pouring into the streams. Here in town, we're watching our lawns green up and the gardens recover from sunburn.
The rains have put me in a strange mood. My short nap on Friday turned into a two-hour snooze during the dark, wet afternoon. Sure felt good.
I've also spent a lot of time reading and playing Spider Solitaire.
What I'm Reading
I just finished Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury and am already more than halfway through the latest mystery in Sophie Littlefield's Stella Hardesty series A Bad Day for Mercy. Sophie never disappoints me.
Two Nightmares Last Night
I don't know what triggered these scary dreams, but here they are:
#1 -- I went into a totally dark room without turning on a light and someone grabbed me, scaring me half to death. In the past, I tended to yell in loud unintelligible sounds that woke my husband, so inside the dream, I made the decision to scream for help loud enough and in clear enough words that this time I'd be understood. I yelled, "Help me, help me," ...or so I thought. My husband did wake up but says I just yelled loud unintelligible sounds.
#2 -- I was driving at a pretty good clip down a country road at night and there was a car ahead of me going to the same location (I know not where). The other car came to a bridge and then suddenly dropped off the road as though the bridge in front of him was gone. I was going too fast to stop so the car sailed out over the empty space...but I was now out of the car watching it disappear because someone had a tight grip on my ankles, saving me from disaster. I woke up but could still feel that someone had a tight hold of my ankles, and that totally freaked me out. I was afraid to look down toward my feet to see what dream person or creature had followed me out of the dream. I began moving my legs and doing ankle rolls to shake the sensation and finally was able to get back to sleep. I'm still a little spooked by this one.
Another Indie Bookstore Closing
Reader's Cove bookstore and the attached Half Moon Bay Coffee Shop in Fort Collins, Colorado, closed on Friday. It's a tough business to be in these days.
What About You?
What are you reading?
Doing any lollygagging (aka lallygagging) this summer?
Do you have crazy nightmares? If so, have you ever used one in a story you're writing?