Noisy, jolly and quite amazing!

Inspiration for stories comes to me from so many different sources, observation, overheard conversations, ponderings, old photos, memories, what-ifs and supposings – but not dreams. I don’t remember dreams as clearly as I used to, and sometimes although they are vivid for some reason they don’t morph into my fiction. I’ve mentioned before that I often dream of being lost in exciting and vividly coloured imaginary cities, bathed in sunshine and full of bustle and busyness – sometimes by the sea, sometimes in the mountains. The other night I had a completely different sort of dream, such an intriguing dream, that I think I may have to write a story to explain it.

If you’re not interested in other people’s dreams, stop reading now!!!

I waiting for a bus on what seemed like the top of a multi-storey carpark, a big open tarmacced area, under a bright but cloudy sky. There were many other people standing around in groups, waiting. Near me, a young teenage boy,  began to play his guitar, just random strumming. Gradually other kids, mostly with parents,  began playing too, although not necessarily together. It was noisy, jolly, pleasant and quite amazing!
The mother of the boy was a dark haired forty-ish, smartly dressed woman, in a navy suit and bright blue scarf, obviously very well-off.  She had other children with her and was getting them to sit down together on a picnic blanket.
I could hear her conversation and realised she lived near me. I was tempted to chat as I usually do, but somehow I now  had an instrument myself, a silver flute, so I concentrated on playing that. The dark-haired woman was talking to her children about Northern Ireland where they’d been on holiday near Mussenden Temple at Castlerock in County Londonderry.   I had to resist talking to her,  maybe realising she wouldn’t be interested in me or what I was saying.
Meanwhile there was a cheerful and wonderful sound of voices and music and I kept thinking ‘gosh this is amazing, how fantastic, so colourful, so spontaneous, such happiness!” I really wished it would become a regular occurrence, although it was just so spontaneous and accidental, not planned or organised. It came to an end as the buses arrived, and everyone gathered their things together and climbed aboard.

I’m sure after some mulling and cogitating, a complete story will arrive!