They came, brought me tremendous joy, and then left.

It's interesting because I rarely dream (or rather, rarely remember them). And when I do, it's never anything significant. But for one seemingly insignificant stretch of a few months, I managed to churn out the most creative and wonderful ideas that I've ever produced. I didn't even try! They just came to me like visitors in the night. And after each dream, I would wake and immediately feel the need to write it down somewhere. Eventually, these dreams led to the creation of about 14 ideas. "Fictions" I call them. Some are merely brief concepts. Others are entire universes from which to build from. And believe me; I want to build from them. They range from video games, to lengthy novels, from dystopian sci-fi, to sweet romance.

14 opportunities to make something of myself. In this sense, they're like children of mine. Not planned, but wonderful and so much greater than I more than I would have ever expected of myself.

So what happened to my dreams? Perhaps it's not that they ended or died off. Perhaps these 14 fictions are what they were meant to become. Like creatures birthed from fantasy and aching to grow.

Let's bring them into the real world.