A Time to Dream by LInda Lindsly

Last week during our snowstorm here in Winston-Salem, I had plenty of time to ponder and reflect on Pia Pucknuckers next adventure.  There is something to be said about being bored with nowhere to go and nothing to do except look out the window and watch the snow fall.  As I sat on my couch with my faithful companion Thumbelina, I decided I should sketch out some scenes of Pia’s next adventure.  However, before I could even put the pencil to my hand, my head began to lower on the couch pillow where I quickly drifted off to sleep.  Well, it was more like a nap.  I did however have a dream with visions of what Pia and her friends will be up to in the next book.  I envisioned that they were all looking for the lost cat but found themselves looking in a dark cellar, all of them clinging to one another as Pia holds a flashlight to an object.  I cannot see the object, but I know in the dream vision I had that it was scary as the children gasped  and shrieked at the sight they saw.  At that point I woke up too.

As  I sat up on the couch trying to make sense of what I saw, that is when I realized that is the next scene I should paint.  My curiosity as to what they saw is still in question.  I wonder what did the kids find?  Was it Braveheart the cat? Was it something really scary or did they just get excited over nothing thinking it was something scary and frightful?  Well, I’m not sure just yet.  I think I’ll sketch and paint the scene then wait for an idea or inspiration.  If anyone has any ideas or suggestions on what it could be, then let me know.  I’d be interested in what you think.  Right now I just need to get started while I’m all pumped up about the dream.  I’ll just have to see where all this will lead me to and take me out of the  winter storm boredom blues.

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