Last night I had a crazy dream. It was straight out of a gothic novel, complete with a ruined castle, a disembodied glowing hand beckoning me forward, and an eerie voice over narrating everything in rhyme. It was one of the most memorable dreams I have ever had. Now I can’t stop thinking about ruined castles and eerie voices coming from nowhere. I am totally in the mood to be creeped out.
The gothic genre is one of my favorites in literature. I will read pretty much anything with a gothic vibe, but I am most fond of the old school tales, like Dracula and Frankenstein. This time I am going to escape to the world of Melmoth the Wanderer. All I need is a good thunderstorm and roaring fire and the mood will be complete!