An Experiment: My Writing Process

**This is not a book/story. This is a writing process in action. There will be typos and grammatical errors.**

The dream: Before I do anything else, I have to write down as much as I remember about the dream. And, unfortunately, I have been awake for several hours, have been interrupted 500 times in the last thirty minutes at my desk, so...

Here we go...

Castle? But it was child sized. There was some sort of heavy machinery and I was in school. Except... Okay, I'm 95% certain it was high school, not college, because the friend group in the dream was my high school friends, and I was largely ignored. (This may come as a shock, but I was not popular in high school; I was the BOTTOM of the social tier. I went an entire grade without ANY friends at all because the other kids on the bottom of the social tier said I was dragging them down further. If that's even possible. I digress.) Okay, large concrete surfaces. We weren't allowed to leave the school. I had toys, animal toys. And I was plotting some sort of escape using the toys as an example to show my plans to people. I ran tests to see if I could get the school to shut down. As I entered the more lucid state of the dream, I was focused on this machinery. Without looking it up, it was like some sort of CAT (not the animal) with a giant diggy-pushy thing on the front. Very giant, blocky shape, yellow. There was a flat plate with a cushion, and nobody seemed to care that the keys were left in it. I was able to sit on it, and me and friends would eat lunch on the flat plate. And every now and then we cranked it up and drove it around. Upon inspection of the machinery, it was some sort of "riot control device" and the pushy plate flattened to push unruly teenagers into a cage, if need be. So in my plan, I needed to crash the machine BEFORE I could escape. The school, yes, in a castle... Like drawbridge and moat type. And it was NOT just humans. I was a human (this may also come as a shock, I am a human in real life), I was also me for once. I'm usually not me in my dreams. Also had my actual friends, there's only real-life person who recurringly shows up in my dreams and it's this very random dude from high school that I BARELY spoke to, and we had like one funny moment my senior year, and that's when I realized I liked to make jokes and make people laugh. Getting off track, again... Focus. The school was ran by orcs. Probably because I worked on Ravage before bed. Orcs were apparently in charge of everything, and all the human students just accepted this. And went to the orc school, and that's why I wanted to escape. Because I was tired of being alone, unpopular, on the bottom, and orcs were jocks/bullies to all the humans. This is the point where I started to be in and out of sleep, and the dream changed. There was this one super popular orc that was constantly messing with me, but we hated each other. But then he found out my plan to escape, and was kind of down with it.

Okay, that's all I can remember right this second. And there's a crisis happening in my house, I think. I've been micromanaging it for the last twenty minutes, and now I'm being asked about birthday presents. So I'm going to go deal with that, and then braindump the start of my ideas before I forget them... And then, work on posting chapters for other books.