My novel, the Adventures of Mysty

[Ghosty]

LONG UNFINISHED DREAM SEQUENCE TIEM!!!!!!!

Now, I don't know how much of this is going to make it into the book(s), because we left my half-thought-out plot in a trash can about two weeks ago, but it's fun to write out.

startquote--

Narrative: (the blackness of sleep fades away... what's this?! It looks like your room... but made out of stone..? And there's a carpet made out of wool... your bed is a super-fancy covered type, like some 17th-century royalty's bed... there's no glass in the gothic-looking window... the sky is pure blue... this is another dream, isn't it... just like that one with the book... it has to be, doesn't it?)
Mysty: H-hello.....?
Narrative: (the door is a solid slab of stone, painted red... it's too heavy for you to open... you look out the window... you can see the woods, but there's no backyard, just a field of tall grass... it looks beautiful, but there doesn't seem to be a way out of this room...)
Mysty: Hello? (I say louder)
Narrative: (there's a couple of loud thumps, away to your left, out of sight...)
Jacob: (unseen) Umm... Hello? Mysty? Woah. This can't be right...
Mysty: Where are you...?
Jacob: Hang on... Heading for your voice... this is a dream, isn't it?
Mysty: Well...I think it is....
Jacob: Good... (there are a few more loud thumps... around the side of the stone building, walks Jacob... b-but his head reaches the height of your window....!) That would explain this pretty well. (he looks into your window; his head alone is almost as tall as you are.)
Mysty: What is this place?
Jacob: Well... it looks a little like your house... if your house was a miniature castle. And apparently, I'm a giant... and you... (chuckles) Heh. Nice crown. (you feel your head in surprise... there is a little golden tiara on your head... your hair is quite a bit longer, too. Other than that, you look normal.)
Mysty: (I take the blasted thing off my head hurriedly..)....and I'm Jack.....Jack the giant killer...(I glare at him).....is this your dream world or mine...?
Jacob: I don't think it's mine... If it were my dream it would be a lot less cheerful and a lot more random. Not that it isn't random enough, but there are no flying cats or giant robot cakes here. That I've seen, anyway.
Mysty: Can you shrink down or something....?
Jacob: Ummmm... (closes eyes) Nope... doesn't look like it. (opens his eyes) Conversely, can you grow...?
Mysty: I'd break the.....castle....?
Jacob: Here... (moves back, holds a hand up flat to the window, just beneath it)
Mysty: Nu-uh....I can barely look down out the window....but thanks anyway......you are very intimidating at this size.....I don't like it..(I smirk).....there is no other exits in here....and I am not going out the window....how h-high is it anyway......?
Jacob: Umm... Let's see. Assuming you're the same size, which is about five and a half feet or so, right? That would make me, and your window... hmm. Thirty feet? Thirty-five?
Mysty: O-oh...
Jacob: I won't drop you, I promise.
Mysty: Uh, no.....I'm good....
Jacob: Okay, if you're sure. (moves back so he's eye-level with your room) Now, there are a few things we could do here.... A! We figure out a way to get you down and explore this dream and have fun. B! We try to wake up somehow. Or C! We can talk about what happened in the real world today, that I wasn't physically able to tell you in reality.
Mysty: I like C...let's go with C.... (I don't know if it really is the "real world"...though....)
Jacob: Okay... Well. You're probably gonna wanna sit down for this. It's got a reasonably happy ending, but the beginning's bad and the middle's miserable.
Mysty: ...Uh oh....a happy ending..?...doesn't sound good....
Jacob: (his eyes staring in at the window half close) Ha ha. Seriously, you should sit down.... not that I'm sure it really matters, since we're in a dream... but still.
Mysty: The room is empty... except for the bed... (I sit down on the bed) Story time. (I smile)

--endquote!