Two Big Men

Once again Mary had a nightmare. She yelled out, "Get in here! Who's here in this house?" She said there were two men sleeping here, that she had seen them. She'd also seen their old, dirty sheets. Then she corrected herself--they weren't old and dirty. She was just convinced that she'd been up, walking around the house. She was scared to death, as you can imagine. I wonder what the deal is with the two men. She saw two men in the last nightmare. She just kept wondering out loud whether she was going crazy. I kept telling her that lots of people have vivid dreams and told her about severa I'd had in my life. Oh, another funny thing--she woke up right at 5 AM again. Odd, odd.

There are so many things I want to write down during the day but by the time I get to my computer, they're gone. I'm too lazy to carry around a notebook. How do writers do it? How do they create these worlds which are combinations of their imagination and real life? It must be wonderful to be able to create your own world instead of having to read about someone else's.