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People often ask writers how are they inspired. Life can be an inspiration. Some of my work comes from dreams. I suppose I have a vivid imagination. Last night I dreamt about a woman on vacation with her two small children. A couple approach and ask about her kids. Then she notices there is a baby doll in one car seat of their car and another older look child doll in another. She tries to get away but they take one of her children and pursue her to get the other.

I really dreamed this right down to her changing the diaper of the baby and her mother trying to help her get away from the bad guys.

Weird. I don’t know why or how I dream this stuff but it helps me with new ideas.