Yes, I dream long detailed stories...and I am rarely in my own dreams...depressing...But this last one, though the moral may be old and tired and the format it is in is even more old and tired, is it worth persuing as a more fleshed out story, play or screenplay? Just a thought as I copy this from my dream journal:
Once there was a maiden whose beauty was so great she never had to work for anything. Her beauty worked for her. Men would fall over themselves to do things for her and women were afraid to challenge her for fear of the men calling them jealous or cruelly compare their beauty to hers.
The maiden was very happy. The villagers were not.
Then one day, a great wizard came to town. He saw the people of the village and how they struggled day to day. This maiden truly was a vision, but she never knew hard work.
The wizard told the villagers that the maiden didn't belong there. She belonged in his castle, far up the mountain.
The villagers were surprised, but they were sad to see her go. Although they agreed a castle was a far more suitable place for a maiden such as she.
The maiden was very excited. She always knew a wish from the heart of one as pure as she would be heard and answered. She bravely accepted the wizard's invitation.
The journey up the mountain would be difficult, she was warned. This worried the maiden until the wizard assured her that this was a difficulty she would not be expected to endure. He would use his magic to send her to his castle and he would see her there in a short time.
The maiden was relieved to know her beauty would be spared the hardships of mountain climbing and she gladly accepted the wizard's magic travelling spell.
She felt she was gliding through a tube filled with warm water. It was the strangest, yet most pleasant sensation she had ever encountered.
She zipped and zoomed, feet first toward her destination.
When she arrived, she found herself in the gardens of a beautiful castle. She immediately felt like she was where she belonged.
A young boy appeared in a doorway and waved her inside.
The maiden walked slowly up the stone steps, taking her time to enjoy the flowers and the bubbling water fall that went into the koi pond. She caught a quick glimpse of her reflection and noticed her hair appeared slightly mussed. She casually tried to smooth her hair as she entered the castle.
The tall ceilings were adorned with impressive tapestries, depicting stories she told herself she would study later. The maiden felt there was something off. Something didn't feel quite right to her. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Then it hit her. The boy. He had his back to her as he led her through the castle. He wasn't studying her like most people did. Somehow, he was not impressed. This was a strange feeling to her. It almost made her feel.........sad.
They came to a doorway and the boy stopped. He took a quick glance at the maiden, then looked away. His lack of interest in her appearance actually cut her like a knife this time.
Suddenly the wizard appeared through the doorway. He thanked the boy and welcomed the maiden to her new home.
"Now, let me show you what your duties will be."
"Duties?" the maiden croaked. This was not a word she was familiar with, although she did know what it meant.
"Yes of course." The wizard led her through the doorway that led to a long, dark, stone staircase. Down below, she heard an unearthly sound.
The maiden was a little nervous now. Before they headed down the stairs, they passed a mirror. The maiden paused to give further attention to her hair and was terrified by what she saw.
Her hair was a dull grey. Stringy in some places, strawlike in others. Completely untameable. But that wasn't the worst of it. There were deep, dark bags under her eyes and a large ravine of a scar that ran from above her left eyebrow, down her cheek and through the left side of her trembling lips. Her skin, once creamy and youthful, was now a horrifying greyish yellow.
The maiden cried out and began to sob.
"My dear, don't cry. You're still as beautiful as you always were. This is just for your own protection."
The maiden didn't understand or didn't care as the wizard took her by the arm and gently led her down the dark and winding stairs.
The unearthly sounds at the bottom of the stairs were now in harmony with the wails of the poor maiden.
"After all, dragons only eat beautiful young maidens."
"I need a young lady to feed and care for my dragon. You are perfect for the job. You haven't been overworked by back breaking labor in your village. You are full of youthful energy. But this spell to hide your beauty will save your life."
The maiden didn't think life was worth living at all anymore.
The boy smiled at her. This time he really looked at her and it turned her stomach. What was her life to become?
Suddenly, she was face to face with a very large and very toothy purple dragon.
"Don't move," the wizard warned. "Let her smell you first!"
The maiden was rigid in fear. The only movement came from the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
The dragon was satisfied that she wasn't lunch and moved back to its nest.
Many handsome princes and knights would come to the wizard requesting spells and potions. Not a one would see a beautiful maiden. Just the hag that could retrieve ingredients from the beast downstairs.
The maiden feared her dreams would never come true now, looking the way she did.
This is as far as my dream went, but I kinda know where I would go with the story. Its probably obvious. But is it worth persuing and in what format? I think I kinda like this story, but of course, in dream journal form it is far too simplistic...I also have a monologue I wrote years ago, that might could fit in here somewhere....I dunno....Any thoughts from the peanut gallery?