I made it in my sleep. I wonder what it does.

It amuses me that one of my most immediately recognizable dream-genres is the Escape from Dystopia Dream. Sometimes they're nightmarish. Sometimes they aren't. Generally, I find them more interesting than the vast unwashed masses of my dreams (I love enjoy am fascinated by dystopias, so it's really very generous of my subconscious to generate them for me), and sometimes, as a bonus, they give me story ideas.

This one was clearly YA lesbian SF noir.

Behind the cut is, not so much the dream itself, but some maundering about how I'd make that dream into a story.

( click if you're interested )

And there. It needs more Cool Shit, worldbuildling, and general SFnality, but that's the bones of a story.

Not, of course, that I have time to write the flesh.


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*Notice that while my subconscious--on the basis of a dream earlier this month--cannot tell the difference between Minnesota and Switzerland, it's quite clear on the geography of Detroit, particularly wrt Canada.