This Is What Dreams Are Made Of
By Giovanna Lagana
www.giovannalagana.com
We all dream. Sometimes we remember most, or parts, of the dream when we awaken. Other times we don’t. Dreaming is the natural process of REM sleep where the brain recharges itself for the upcoming day, where thoughts and data are either stored or siphoned out of our brains to make room for more information the next day.
But some believe there is more to dreams than just a way for the brain to sort information. Some believe what we dream is a cryptic code for the future. That our dreams are a crystal voyeur to what is in store for us.

In my romantic suspense/horror novel “The Battle of Armageddon”, the first book in the series “With Black & White Comes the Grey,” dreams play a big part in drawing out the story and building suspense. They are what drive the heroine, Miriam James, first through forewarning, then through fear, despair, and finally avenging her son’s death.
Although my story is fiction, there is some truth in Miriam’s dreams. One reoccurring dream of Miriam’s where she tries to hide from the Grim Reaper in an apocalyptic scene was largely related to a dream I had off and on for three straight months way back when I was eleven.
Obviously, that dream never came true; it wasn’t a cryptic code to what would happen in the future. I don’t believe is such things. But it did leave me unsettled each time I awoke from it, my heart hammering with such ferocity in my chest that it hurt. And it etched itself into my psyche from then on, its memory springing up every now and again in my mind to remind me that it never left.
So when the idea of “The Battle of Armageddon” came to me, I thought it befitting to embed it into the tale for the simple reason that all the fear and sufferance I experienced during and after each dream sequence way back when I was eleven wasn’t in vain and that some time in my life it became a useful tool in my work. And for that I am grateful my mind chose to store this memory, not in the far, dark crevices of my brain where I’d forget about it, but in the center of my thoughts and focus for all these years, so I would never forget it.
Thanks, Leeann, for having me as your guest on your blog this week.