Yes! An Athena-POV Aksum novel (IIRC) with red-eared hounds should be a treat indeed.
I heard an excerpt at last year's Readercon. It promised serious awesomeness.
Actually, I am impressed by the vivid rendering in your posts and startled by how clearly you remember, or fill in.
I don't remember them all. Maybe three to half a dozen dreams a month stick with me past that waking sensation of something just forgotten; the really frustrating ones are not images, but plot. A few nights ago, I had incredibly anime dreams, the first set about a group of people with semi-supernatural powers; then I woke up at dawn and when I fell back asleep, the same group of people had been precipitated out into a kind of university setting, their identities and their talents rearranged, and they were all trying to figure out, based on their memories and traits now, who they had originally been. The character I was particularly close to had a talent for taking advantage of people's willingness to fill in blind spots—mostly mistaken impressions, but he could be almost invisble if necessary, taken for almost anyone—and as the dream progressed, it became clear that he didn't align with anyone's recollection of the previous group. He hadn't been one of them. Strictly speaking, he hadn't even been human; he had been something like a wooden statue in a cathedral clockwork that tolled the hours, and when the changes (whatever they were; it's sort of like REM-sleep metafiction) occurred, he had leapt into chance and mortality. That's all I remember. What do I do with that? My unconscious is so much better at plot and premise and setup than my waking brain, I don't think I'm up to its standards.
Mostly, my dreams fade before I wake, even the unpleasant ones, and I am left with either a faint sense of pleasantry or a faint sense of ill faith (the latter often accompanied by joint pain).
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I heard an excerpt at last year's Readercon. It promised serious awesomeness.
Actually, I am impressed by the vivid rendering in your posts and startled by how clearly you remember, or fill in.
I don't remember them all. Maybe three to half a dozen dreams a month stick with me past that waking sensation of something just forgotten; the really frustrating ones are not images, but plot. A few nights ago, I had incredibly anime dreams, the first set about a group of people with semi-supernatural powers; then I woke up at dawn and when I fell back asleep, the same group of people had been precipitated out into a kind of university setting, their identities and their talents rearranged, and they were all trying to figure out, based on their memories and traits now, who they had originally been. The character I was particularly close to had a talent for taking advantage of people's willingness to fill in blind spots—mostly mistaken impressions, but he could be almost invisble if necessary, taken for almost anyone—and as the dream progressed, it became clear that he didn't align with anyone's recollection of the previous group. He hadn't been one of them. Strictly speaking, he hadn't even been human; he had been something like a wooden statue in a cathedral clockwork that tolled the hours, and when the changes (whatever they were; it's sort of like REM-sleep metafiction) occurred, he had leapt into chance and mortality. That's all I remember. What do I do with that? My unconscious is so much better at plot and premise and setup than my waking brain, I don't think I'm up to its standards.
Mostly, my dreams fade before I wake, even the unpleasant ones, and I am left with either a faint sense of pleasantry or a faint sense of ill faith (the latter often accompanied by joint pain).
. . . That's not good!