Bad dreams and nightmares
by Becca Simone
In my erotic novella, my heroine is kidnapped by the hero and taken to his undersea lair. When he tells her this, she thinks she’s in the middle of a bad dream or a major mind-fuck. It takes her a while before she realizes she’s not having a nightmare but living one.
I thought it might be fun to check the dream dictionary at Dream Moods (http://dreammoods.com) to see what the images she is seeing could mean.
According to Dreammoods.com, dreaming about the ocean “...is indicative of spiritual refreshment, tranquility and renewal.” That makes sense. Kate’s life is about to change and renew, for the better.
She is under the sea: “To dream that you are lost at sea suggests that you are drifting around in life without any direction. You are feeling overwhelmed by emotions.” She feels her life has no direction other than her career. And now that she’s met the hero, she is confused and overwhelmed with her emotions and feelings toward him.
My hero is half sea monster, with squid-like arms: “To see a squid in your dream suggests that you are feeling subconsciously threatened.” Uh, yeah, she’s feeling threatened. He pulled her off a cruise ship. “Your judgment may also be clouded.” Ya think? She’s starting to believe he is telling the truth. “Perhaps you are not seeing things too clearly at the moment.” It’s dark under the sea. No lights. She literally can’t see at all.
A recurring dream I have is that I’ve forgotten my locker combination in high school (which was many, many years ago FYI). So I wait in a long line at the office to get my combination from them, but by the time I get back to my locker, I’ve forgotten it again.
So, according to Dream Moods, what could this mean?
Dreaming about school could mean “signifies feelings of inadequacy and childhood insecurities that have never been resolved. It may relate to anxieties about your performance and abilities.” I’m a writer. Enough said.
“To dream that you cannot open a locker or that your forgot the combination suggests that you are unsure of where you stand in a particular situation. You feel you have lost some aspect of yourself. In other words, you are on shaky ground.” This I’m not sure of. I’ll have to think about if this applies to my life next time I have this dream.
What about your dreams? Check out the dream dictionary at Dream Moods, and I’d love to hear about it.
Becca Simone was just eleven years old when she read her first romance novel. It was about the same time that she realized making up stories was way more exciting than reality. Thus, an author was born. Becca lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two kids and a menagerie of pets.
Becca's Book ~ Beep Blue
Title: Deep Blue (Cursed Love, Book 1)
Author: Becca Simone
Length: 24,000 words
Sub-Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance
Under the light of a full moon and lurking in the restless waves of the deep blue sea, someone or something watches a ship cutting through the dark waters.
Insurance fraud investigator Kate Hargrove is looking into the disappearances of women from a cruise line. She soon “disappears” herself when pulled undersea by a giant sea creature. Now, this beauty is trapped beneath the sea with a desperate beast.
100 years ago, Thaddeus Ryker was cursed and banished to the ocean depths. He has only three more days to find someone to love him in his monstrous half man/half sea creature state or he’ll spend eternity as a monster of the sea.
When her terror subsides, Kate realizes she’s both attracted to and repulsed by Thaddeus. As she gets to know him, she discovers a sexy, haunted man. Can she learn to love him – a monster – in just three days?
“Then shut up and kiss me, Thaddeus,” she muttered.
He lifted his head. “You modern women are so demanding,” he said, before clamping his mouth onto hers. This time, he was the one in control, his tongue demanding and thorough. “Heaven on earth, you taste amazing,” he said, coming up for air.
“And this isn’t my tastiest body part,” she whispered, feeling incredibly wanton and frisky, so unlike how she usually was with men. This whole situation was so surreal.
His chuckle vibrated behind her ear. “What is your tastiest part?”
She giggled and dropped her head back, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’ll know when you find it.” God, this was fun.
His tongue dipped into the shell of her ear. He blew on her softly. “Mmm, you taste pretty good right here,” he murmured. He bent her backward over his strong forearms, and kissed a path down to her breasts. He met her eyes, grinned, and then his mouth closed over a nipple, drawing it into his hot mouth. Every suck pulled deep in her pussy. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was kissing her clit at the same time as the pleasure radiated between her legs.
“You’re doing that mind thing again, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“I’m sorry, my love. I have been too long without a woman and I’m afraid I can’t keep my lusty thoughts from the sweet spot between your legs.”
That sweet spot ached and she squirmed against the rock. “No apologies necessary,” she gasped.