My mind, where novels are born…

And you wonder where I come up with all these “novel” ideas. My dreams are just plain weird sometimes.

My dream last night was trippy. I was driving through a haunted neighborhood in an Indian reservation in South Dakota (the buildings were in Tudor style) and drove into a building (but somehow, not literally), got out and walked in and there was an atomic clock powered by Zoltar and the tallest Lego tower in the world being built.