I dreamed I was writing a science fiction story about a girl who was doing her grocery shopping. She picked up this truffle sort of thing that looked like a Brazil nut and smelled it. It smelled musty and sharp, and she didn't like it. As she put it back down, with the scent still in her nostrils, she began to hear and feel a strange buzzing in her head. No one else seemed to notice anything.
As she continued her shopping, it got worse, and the scene around her began to flicker. She could see a sort of flexible grid shining in darkness, and had the feeling she could follow it to alternate dimensions. This really scared her, but just as she was about to panic, she found a small, pine cone shaped spice that smelled like mint and cinnamon. The aroma cleared her head of all but the briefest glimpses of the grid, and made the buzzing stop.
She bought the spice, in case the visions and buzzing came back. She began to work out a formula using the spice and whiskey for a soothing drink that would clear away completely the effects of the strange truffle. The perfect equation turned out to be y = 3x + 17. She made her drink, and sat down in her armchair to enjoy it. But, plot twist! The drink actually transported her to the grid, leaving her to seek the world where the truffle and spice came from to find out how to get back. Of course she found it in peril and had to save it before she could gain the knowledge she needed to get back home.
I was getting ready to publish my work, and the director of the Rice MOB suggested that I adapt my story as a MOB show, and the band would perform it to garner me some publicity. I agreed to try, and started working on it. The biggest difficulty was that MOB shows are humorous, and my book, though it had its lighter moments, really wasn't. Also, the director wanted to use the formula as a clever Louie Louie count off, instead of the usual, "Five, six, seven, eight!"
But I just couldn't make that work, and we were really struggling with the whole concept when I woke up.
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