When something from your story happens for real...

[masterandmargarita]

I came home from work yesterday and my wife and three of her girlfriends had all been talking about blowjobs and wondered if I would volunteer to...

Just kidding! I'm not talking about something sexual. Unfortunaley, it was something from my horror story that happened to me and not from my group sex stories.

I wrote a halloween story about recurring nightmares. In my research I learned about "reality checks", one of which is to count your fingers every day. I have been doing this about a month, which is how long I'd been writing the story. A couple of times every day I look at my hand and count my fingers, then I look away and count them again.

Last night I finally did this in my dream. I saw 6 fingers on my hand and it was fucking creepy. I went around in my dream telling people about my hand and convinced them we were in a dream. Some of them played along and we all tried to pull off some kind of Inception style caper to steal money or something.

Anyway, it wasn't quite a "lucid" dream. I wasn't in control, I wasn't flying, and I definitely was not receiving a quadruple blowjob. But the fact that I knew something was wrong with my hand and I was alerting people to it is a great step forward. I highly recommend routine reality checks if you want to try and take control of your dreams.

If you have experience with lucid dreaming or recurring nightmares or even something else unrelated from your fiction that has come to life, I'd love to read about it in this thread.

 

[sr71plt]

I've had a couple in the mainstream. In 1994, I had a political thriller novel published with the hook that an Israeli Prime Minister was assassinated--by a Jewish Zealot rather than the usual suspects. In 1995, Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated--by a Jewish Zealot.

A few years later, I had a short story anthology published of stories occurring in the lives of people walking a named city pedestrian mall on a day in April. For the purposes of one story I located a children's carousel at a specific location on the mall. There wasn't a children's carousel there when I wrote the book, but five years later they put one right there.

 

[holliday1960]

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[Areala-chan]

In the middle of writing my most recent story, which involves a major car crash, I suffered the first auto accident I've ever had. I wasn't badly injured thankfully, nor was it my fault, but it was still rather unnerving. After a few days, I went back and fleshed out the scene in the story.

Thank goodness I didn't write about a plane crash...

 

[Hypoxia]

I don't remember my dreams. And nothing I write about occurs afterward.

I'm no prophet. Good thing, since much of what I write should *never* happen.

But a story about an author whose output provokes action? Sure.

Cur the burro, 3 Bolivian dwarves, and a power outage.