I had a strange dream recently, in which I was driving through Nebraska, or at least I thought I was. I wasn't finding the place I was supposed to get to, so I stopped and asked for help. Turns out I wasn't really in Nebraska. I was in Kansas. I woke up thinking how nice everyone was being to me. They must understand what an easy mistake it is to make. A simple dream (as mine go) but a strange one. You aren't supposed to find that the dreamscape in which you are lost IS Kansas.
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A character in the novel Clementine is said to have dreamed "of his own ship -- and of the clouds, drafts, and passages over the Rockies. He dreamed briefly of Seattle, the walled city filled with gas and peril, and of the giant Andan Cly who had tried to help retrieve the Free Crow when first it was stolen. He also dreamed of a skittering of black birds, shifting their weight back and forth on a tree branch, their tiny claws gripping and scrapping the wood." In the next paragraph we learn that the sound those birds were making was an intrusion into the dream of a real world event, one to which the dreamer awakens. There's a lot going on in this passage, and it's deftly done. Clementine is part of the Clockwork Century collection of novels by Cherie Priest. Its an alternate history based in part of the notion that dirigibles became a key means of transit across the North American continent in the second half of the 19th century, while the Civil War waged on...
I saw a tea shop named LimeRed whilst walking about in downtown Northampton, MA recently. At first glance, I thought the sign said Limerick. When I realized my mistake, I began to wonder how long it would take me to compose a LimeRed. The answer? -- not long at all. There was a small shop name of LimeRed, I went there 'fore I went to bed. I dreamt of a Lime Then I knew 'twas time To get LimeRed out of my head.