Sometimes I have dreams that I think contain the seeds of good stories, and I often can’t remember them in the morning.
This morning, though, my dreaming mind presented me with a thriller in which Canada attempted to destroy American rye production by introducing a black fungus that would wipe out the crop. They had ordered the assassination of a Congressional committee member who was blocking the importation of Canadian rye – and with his death, the clock began to tick.
“No,” I said to myself when I woke up from the dream. “No one wants to read a thriller about Canadian agriculture.”
The dream persisted. An hour later, I woke up again. “Seriously,” I said. “No. There’s just nothing sexy about a black rye fungus.”
It tried a third time, too, with a vivid depiction of the cover of a scholarly journal warning of The Misuse of Black Rye Mold in International Agriculture.
I wonder if I can get Michael Bay to direct?
