Going Down A Rabbit Hole: Writing Fiction
Expecting a monster down the rabbit hole?
Hold that thought!
Hey! Did you ever get a feeling of falling and then it suddenly rips you out of a deep sleep? You know, it’s that dream where you wake to find your nails dug deeply into the mattress and an inexplicable sheen of sweat of your forehead.
That’s the one.
What if you could go where the fall was supposed to take you? Don’t you want to know where it ends? I do.
Nightmare jolts are powered by fear. We wake because the assumed outcome of any prolonged drop ends with dire consequences. Dreamers connect fear to death so the journey down a rabbit hole stops just as soon as the nightmare starts. We wake and never know the fall’s secrets.
What if we could stay asleep and go where it was supposed to take us?
Going down a rabbit hole is good?
Down is not necessarily bad. It’s only an assumption that a dream-fall ends in disaster. What if that fall was meant to show us something? What if that’s where we ought to be or something we should do? The real tragedy isn’t any sudden stop, it’s the inability to take a leap and fulfill our subconsciousness’s desire to fall and make discoveries.
Maybe you’re meant to meet someone special inside the hole.
Falling in a dream is like writing about murder in fiction. It’s not really real anyway. You can stab anyone inside its pages so it’s okay to stab everyone if you like. You can fall right down the rabbit hole too and nobody will die there. It won’t kill you. It most definitely can’t kill you.
Standing at its edge looking into the abyss doesn’t give us knowledge about what’s inside it. Talking about it adds nothing too, except sharing one’s fear with another. He or she then stands in a safe-zone so they can muse about the hole’s purpose too. Conversations built on fear turn cute bunnies into demons at the speed of night. Evil lurks and death awaits but no one is suitably qualified to advise what lives inside holes.
For all we know, that rabbit hole may just contain rabbits!
What if it’s just a pit? Perhaps it’s depth is measured just so that we could see life from a new angle?
What if it’s a tunnel that leads to sanctuary?
Why does it have to have bloody fangs and claws all the time?
You’ve never been down the rabbit hole to know what’s down there. I’ve never been down the rabbit hole either. Why are we talking about it and not falling to find out?
I going down the rabbit hole with or without you and I’m going keep my eyes wide open. I want to know what’s down there.
Will you join me?