I have been listening to Neil Gaiman reading the unabridged audio edition of Fragile Things. It is as glorious as you can imagine. He is the best of company on my journey to and from work and I am happy to let him do all the talking.In the Introduction he says dream logic is not story logic, easily and comfortably putting into words something I am acutely aware of but have often tried to prove to be untrue (tried and failed of course).However, as many of you may know, I have found I can sneak up on these dreams, ensnare them, at least for a moment, in the form of a 75-worder. For a 75-worder in itself, does not necessarily have to follow story logic given the scarcity of content and the need for the utmost clarity.So, this morning, having woke from the limited sleep I got, filled to brimming with the most wondrously complex tale, I realised immediately that it would be lost to me in minutes, so I captured the essence of it in a 75-worder. It is, unusually, already pushing against this constraint and I have most a drabble written based on this seed. I am hoping that this, with some careful nurturing, will grow into an entry for the Fantastic Books Publishing comp that WW member Pam has already entered (and I was included in the 2012 edition, when FBP published, Fusion).After I had written it, another 75-worder piled in behind it, capturing how the previous process actually felt like (although, for purely dramatic effect, I effectively lie in the final sentence...). I will share that second 75-worder with you now:On waking my mind is filled with the most glorious of tales. I quickly throw open my laptop. The moment the screen brightens I begin to type. However, illuminated thus, the tale dashes this way and that, like a cockroach scurrying into the shadows, trying not to be seen. Eventually it hides beneath the bookcase in my mind, the one filled with other tales still to be told and I know already it’s lost forever.Thank-you for your time and if I finish the expanded story of my dream I shall let you know.