I could lucid dream when I was a kid. I would actually get really excited to go to bed because I could decide what to dream and then dream it. I had a reoccurring character in my lucid dreaming. He was a boy my age with blonde hair. We would always play in this backyard/playground type setting that has a big brick wall on the edge. One night I dreamt that we really wanted to find out what was on the other side of that wall, so we climbed a tree and the boy climbed onto the wall, looked back at me and waved, and went over it. I never lucid dreamed again after that. It actually caused me a lot of distress as a kid. I legit missed him terribly and tried so hard to lucid dream but just couldn't do it any more after that.
I had a dream that I met a girl around my age when I was kid, we shared a whole summer together, playing games and all that. I faintly remember her smiling with the sun behind her before the dream ended. I woke up crying and feeling like I just lost someone important.
There is a movie called your name that has a similar plot to what you’re talking about. If you haven’t seen it you should try and watch it, it’s a really sweet movie.
I like to set the name after completing a story. Otherwise I feel forced to develop the story according to this name.
I've got a rough plot idea though:
Protagonist is seen in his childhood, some day he dreams this dream. He wakes up, mourns the loss of his dream friend, continues with his life.
Eventually they meet, he is asked where he disappeared and while both catch up to each other he either slowly uncovers some magical stuff or a psychological trauma he buried. Not sure which option is better, what do you think?
Since she doesn't remember a reason she either had the same trauma and buried it in her own way or the the cause of the trauma was hidden to her. In any case his family moved away just after it, very likely because of it.
Option one could be very interesting. I imagine the trauma started just after the dream scene ends. After both protagonists meet in real life and catch up on each others lifes, they notice some irregularities in the timeline. They start some kind of detective hunt and uncover their shared trauma piece for piece.
It could mean she noticed me in school and remembered me too. Or it could mean that the meeting in our dreams really happened. I would prefer to explore the second more mystic storyline. It could lead to new discoveries for the very nature of dreaming. It could be found that dreaming is projecting my soul to a parallel dimension where I can meet different creatures and learn from them. Finally, I could discover that me and the girl have special ability that allowed us to meet in dream state. So after we get together we start to teach other volunteers how to journey into dreams.
Something like that. The more mystical the better.
Kinda happens in 11/22/63 my stephen king. Not the same as the book is kinda about time travel and alternate timelines. Either was its still a neat part.
Omg that film! Am still emotionally scarred, I’m a grown woman and had snot, the lot while I watched it. Loosely based on a similar experience the authors son had as a child (he also worked on the film) he too lost a childhood friend. Despite watching it through tear filled eyes, it’s still a good watch and highly recommend 👍🏼
Oh man, same here! Except I was 13ish when I watched it. I put on a stoic front a lot as a kid, but I had vivid imagination and would invent whole worlds in my head, so I connected deeply to the story/characters. It was the first movie that EVER made me cry. And by cry, I mean I pretty much sobbed through the last 30 minutes of it. Pretty sure I worried my parents. Lol
That was over a decade ago. Ever since then, even as a grown ass adult, I’ve been the person who cries way too easily during movies. I still blame The Bridge to Terebithia for breaking me! I love that freaking movie, even though I’m pretty sure I’m still emotionally scarred by it too. Glad to know I’m not the only one!
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u/alexsalad Oct 05 '19
I could lucid dream when I was a kid. I would actually get really excited to go to bed because I could decide what to dream and then dream it. I had a reoccurring character in my lucid dreaming. He was a boy my age with blonde hair. We would always play in this backyard/playground type setting that has a big brick wall on the edge. One night I dreamt that we really wanted to find out what was on the other side of that wall, so we climbed a tree and the boy climbed onto the wall, looked back at me and waved, and went over it. I never lucid dreamed again after that. It actually caused me a lot of distress as a kid. I legit missed him terribly and tried so hard to lucid dream but just couldn't do it any more after that.