My Worst Nightmare Blog Hop!
Today, I’m taking part in Vicki Leigh’s “My Worst Nightmare” blog hop, to celebrate the recent release of her young-adult, paranormal-romance/ urban-fantasy, CATCH ME WHEN I FALL, which centers around seventeen-year-old Daniel Graham, a Protector of the Night, who has spent two-hundred years fighting Nightmares and guarding humans from the clawed, red-eyed creatures that feed off people’s fears.
I’ve had two recurring nightmares for as long as I can remember. They’re pretty standard, really: falling, and spiders. I know I share my fear of these two things with pretty much half the world. More, even; if politicians campaigned on universal spider extermination initiatives, they’d win in a landslide. Just writing about them, even talking about them, doesn’t really do the topic justice, though.
You have to dream them.
The first dream has endless variations, but one thing never changes: it starts with the familiar. Just beyond the shower curtain. The bedspread, before you turn it down. See, the thing about spiders is how little and unnoticeable they are. You could have an infestation (creeping you out yet?) and never know- until one of them catches your attention. So easy to overlook- until someone shines a light. Then they become moving pinpoints of horror. In my dream, the familiar turns nightmarish. Hundreds- no, thousands- of spiders reveal themselves hiding behind every day things, making my sanctuary into a nightmare. They swarm my bed; I step into a mass of them after my shower. But that isn’t even the worst.
There’s also the falling. That nightmare is literally endless, in that I never remember why I’m falling or even where I am. Sometimes I trip and fall into a never-ending chasm or off the tallest cliff in the world. Mostly, though, this dream begins where it stops: in the middle, with no reason or location. There’s simply that stomach-dropping stasis that never leaves, not for as long as I’m caught in the nightmare. I never hit the bottom but I wish that I would. Anything to stop the sick queasy feeling of falling.
But the worst- the very worst- are the dreams that combine the two.
I’m standing in my kitchen, cooking. Usually it’s something that sizzles and steams, like meat frying, or eggs. That’s why I can’t hear them coming. The cooking food covers the approach of thousands, maybe millions, of tiny legs. I do something routine, something comforting I’ve done a million times, like reach for the spatula or a dishtowel. That’s when I see the movement- spiders are everywhere. They pool around my feet and skitter up the sides of the stove. Soon every surface of my kitchen swarms with a million tiny bodies. I scream until my throat hurts and back away. My kitchen has vanished. A strong wind blasts me from all directions and I stumble backward. My heel catches on something- I never see what- and I’m falling, flailing in space. Empty darkness rushes past as my hands grasp at nothing. Until something sticky and soft clings to them. I’m falling through spider webs. They are my only companions on this endless descent. If I stay in the dream long enough, they even stop my screaming. That’s what happens when your mouth fills up with spider webs: silence.
If something were to feed off my fears, it would look like spiders and wind. Spiders because, well, did you just read my nightmare? Yes? So spiders are kind of a given, then, right? And wind because falling is kind of hard to do.
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Want to play too?
Rules:· On 11.03.14 post about your worst nightmare, and what form the clawed, red-eyed creatures would take if they fed off your fears.· Visit the other participants of the blog hop, and comment on their worst nightmares
At the end of the blog tour, on 11.14.14, Vicki Leigh will pick one of the participants at random and award them with [prize].
Visit the other participants:Cassidie Jhones at Rebook424 - Cassidie's Reviews | Tawney Bland Twinning for Twins Laura Rueckert | Katie Teller at Katie's Stories | Ayden Morgen at A.K. Morgen Writes Sharon Bayliss | Emma Adams at From the Writer's Nest | The Writer Diaries Katie at Writing, Reading, and Life | Robyn Koshel at Elder Park Book Reviews Jenny at J. Keller Ford - Fantasy Author YA Junkie | S. K. Anthony Merisha Abbott at Blissful Book Reviews | Sarah at Ink of Blood Amy at Home Is Where the Wine Is Book Blog | Zoraida Cordova at Wonderlands Ryan Hill at Ryan Hill Writes | Christie Gibrich at A Geek In Librarian's Clothing Nichole Giles at Random-ish | Kayl Hughes at Kayl's Krazy Obsession Rebecca at Sister Sinister Speaks | Kathy Kozak at Ordinary Girlz Book Reviews Victoria Biram at Scribblings of an Aspiring AuthorFind Catch Me When I Fall Online:Goodreads| Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Kobo--About Vicki Leigh:Adopted at three-days-old by a construction worker and a stay-at-home mom, Vicki Leigh grew up in a small suburb of Akron, Ohio where she learned to read by the age of four and considered being sent to her room for punishment as an opportunity to dive into another book. By the sixth grade, Vicki penned her first, full-length screenplay. If she couldn’t be a writer, Vicki would be a Hunter (think Dean and Sam Winchester) or a Jedi. Her favorite place on earth is Hogwarts (she refuses to believe it doesn’t exist), and her favorite dreams include solving cases alongside Sherlock Holmes.Vicki is an editor for Curiosity Quills Press and is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.Find Vicki Leigh Online:Website| Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
I’ve had two recurring nightmares for as long as I can remember. They’re pretty standard, really: falling, and spiders. I know I share my fear of these two things with pretty much half the world. More, even; if politicians campaigned on universal spider extermination initiatives, they’d win in a landslide. Just writing about them, even talking about them, doesn’t really do the topic justice, though.
You have to dream them.
The first dream has endless variations, but one thing never changes: it starts with the familiar. Just beyond the shower curtain. The bedspread, before you turn it down. See, the thing about spiders is how little and unnoticeable they are. You could have an infestation (creeping you out yet?) and never know- until one of them catches your attention. So easy to overlook- until someone shines a light. Then they become moving pinpoints of horror. In my dream, the familiar turns nightmarish. Hundreds- no, thousands- of spiders reveal themselves hiding behind every day things, making my sanctuary into a nightmare. They swarm my bed; I step into a mass of them after my shower. But that isn’t even the worst.
There’s also the falling. That nightmare is literally endless, in that I never remember why I’m falling or even where I am. Sometimes I trip and fall into a never-ending chasm or off the tallest cliff in the world. Mostly, though, this dream begins where it stops: in the middle, with no reason or location. There’s simply that stomach-dropping stasis that never leaves, not for as long as I’m caught in the nightmare. I never hit the bottom but I wish that I would. Anything to stop the sick queasy feeling of falling.
But the worst- the very worst- are the dreams that combine the two.
I’m standing in my kitchen, cooking. Usually it’s something that sizzles and steams, like meat frying, or eggs. That’s why I can’t hear them coming. The cooking food covers the approach of thousands, maybe millions, of tiny legs. I do something routine, something comforting I’ve done a million times, like reach for the spatula or a dishtowel. That’s when I see the movement- spiders are everywhere. They pool around my feet and skitter up the sides of the stove. Soon every surface of my kitchen swarms with a million tiny bodies. I scream until my throat hurts and back away. My kitchen has vanished. A strong wind blasts me from all directions and I stumble backward. My heel catches on something- I never see what- and I’m falling, flailing in space. Empty darkness rushes past as my hands grasp at nothing. Until something sticky and soft clings to them. I’m falling through spider webs. They are my only companions on this endless descent. If I stay in the dream long enough, they even stop my screaming. That’s what happens when your mouth fills up with spider webs: silence.
If something were to feed off my fears, it would look like spiders and wind. Spiders because, well, did you just read my nightmare? Yes? So spiders are kind of a given, then, right? And wind because falling is kind of hard to do.
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Want to play too?
Rules:· On 11.03.14 post about your worst nightmare, and what form the clawed, red-eyed creatures would take if they fed off your fears.· Visit the other participants of the blog hop, and comment on their worst nightmares
At the end of the blog tour, on 11.14.14, Vicki Leigh will pick one of the participants at random and award them with [prize].
Visit the other participants:Cassidie Jhones at Rebook424 - Cassidie's Reviews | Tawney Bland Twinning for Twins Laura Rueckert | Katie Teller at Katie's Stories | Ayden Morgen at A.K. Morgen Writes Sharon Bayliss | Emma Adams at From the Writer's Nest | The Writer Diaries Katie at Writing, Reading, and Life | Robyn Koshel at Elder Park Book Reviews Jenny at J. Keller Ford - Fantasy Author YA Junkie | S. K. Anthony Merisha Abbott at Blissful Book Reviews | Sarah at Ink of Blood Amy at Home Is Where the Wine Is Book Blog | Zoraida Cordova at Wonderlands Ryan Hill at Ryan Hill Writes | Christie Gibrich at A Geek In Librarian's Clothing Nichole Giles at Random-ish | Kayl Hughes at Kayl's Krazy Obsession Rebecca at Sister Sinister Speaks | Kathy Kozak at Ordinary Girlz Book Reviews Victoria Biram at Scribblings of an Aspiring AuthorFind Catch Me When I Fall Online:Goodreads| Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Kobo--About Vicki Leigh:Adopted at three-days-old by a construction worker and a stay-at-home mom, Vicki Leigh grew up in a small suburb of Akron, Ohio where she learned to read by the age of four and considered being sent to her room for punishment as an opportunity to dive into another book. By the sixth grade, Vicki penned her first, full-length screenplay. If she couldn’t be a writer, Vicki would be a Hunter (think Dean and Sam Winchester) or a Jedi. Her favorite place on earth is Hogwarts (she refuses to believe it doesn’t exist), and her favorite dreams include solving cases alongside Sherlock Holmes.Vicki is an editor for Curiosity Quills Press and is represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.Find Vicki Leigh Online:Website| Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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