I once had a dream that was so real and intense it reminded me of the Chinese Philosopher, Chuang Chou, who dreamed he was a “butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, a veritable butterfly, enjoying itself to the full of its bent, and not knowing it was Chuang Chou”.
When he awoke and came to himself, Chuang Chou said no longer knew whether he had dreamed he was a butterfly or whether he was now a butterfly dreaming he was a man!
And from my dream, I wrote “Her”, part fiction, part reality, mostly surreal. I wrote the story way back in 1992, but reading it today, I recall the intensity of the dream and of waking from it.
The story is a tad short for even a short story, so it sat around in my “writing ideas” folder until I was asked to review a collection of microfiction. And in doing so, I realised that this was the perfect genre classification for my story!
25 years on, I finally polished and published “Her” on TallAndTrue, an online magazine and forum for writers. Have a read and let me know what you think of my dream inspired microfiction.