My “secret” dream has always been to become a bestselling novelist and a play writer. Why did I put the “” on the word secret? Well, I may or may not have told someone about this bizarre dream, I am actually not quite sure. So I will be referring to it as a rather “secret” dream.
When I was a child, around the age of 3-10, I had a very vivid imagination(Which I would say I still have..) I would have the most obscene nightmares, the most wonderful daydreams and the most bizarre thoughts in my head. I could dream about a 10 store tall T-Rex killing my whole town with its fiery breath. (YES, I dreamt that T-Rex could breath fire. Don’t judge me, I was a kiddo.)
I could dream about living in the middle ages, where mean men ruled the village, and that I was to face the question on who in my family that had to die.I literally dreamt that the mean men would pay my village a visit, come to my family’s farm, take every single family member outside, and that the men/soldiers told me to pick one of them to die. (These dreams very usually seriously obscene and freaky. A normal kid would probably never dream of such choices. )
I would also dream about vampires living by the fields just outside where I lived, and that I paid them a visit every night, and that I got just as scared to see them every time.
I also remember one dream in particulair; at the playground at the school there would live a dangerous monster with the largest, sharpest teeth I had ever seen. In the dream the monster was huge, but could turn itself smaller so it would fit better in the playground, and he was green and wanted to eat us.
Man, Just reading through this makes me wonder how I even survived my childhood.
Just to make you understand me a little bit better; I recently dreamt that Ozzy Osbourne was running after me in Oslo, wanting to rape me. That dream was very awkward. That’s I’ll I’ve got to say about that. .
I could also add that I once dreamt about a man eating another man’s face. Starting from his cheeks. That was pretty rad actually, cause the dream was so lifelike and real.
Things like my dreams and my insanely weird imagination makes me want to write things down. I want to write crime, romance, horror, children’s books, potetry etc etc.
I have written my whole life. I remember writing a 20 pages long Christmas story, that I read for my class when I was in 8th grade. It was about some pixies/goblins/gnomes/tiny santaclauses living on a farm. The story was obviously sat around Christmas times, and it was rather cute. I would still be able to re-tell the whole story, but I think that it would fit a lot better for a Norwegian audience, because of our traditions around the whole “Christmas thing.”I just fits better in our culture than it would with the American or Indian or wherever you’re from
There was once a crime that I started to write, probably in January, when I was about 10 years old. It was supposed to be a easter crime, which I’m not quite sure is a Scandinavian/Norwegian tradition as well as “nisser på loven.” ( easter crime is easily explained this way; us Norwegians read a lot of crime novels around easter, often crime novels that is about something that has to do with out traditional easter, like going to the cabin in the mountains etcetera. We also watch more crime on the television, listen to podcasts where they read from crime books, and there will even be short comic strips on our milk cartons which is themed with crime/detective topics.)
Back to the crime novel I was writing; I remember sitting down in front of the computer, writing page up and page down. I even researched the different guns/pistols I wanted to be in the text. I chose a Colt instead of the regular Glock 22.mm, etc etc. I wrote it for my dad. Sadly I seem to remember that he never got to read it, simply because I was never able to finish it, and thus not being readable for anyone, in my opinion.
Yesterday the local news paper called me and asked me about my writing. They had made notice of my name from an article that was made by the same paper just a year ago, where I was one of the oldest who attended a writing course over a week with another author. The news paper wanted to know if I had written anything more, and they seemed interested to know what I did now, and if My plans wore to become an author.
I sent them my full play, which I wrote in July 2015,and I will probably send them more..
I will keep writing a part two before this week ends.