I Almost Drowned in a Grocery Store

And I would have too, if Lizzie hadn't woken me up. Though I may have been able to escape. I'll never know. (I also won't know why Christine's name was announced at the end, but then, that may have just been some stupid thing my brain threw in.)

Of course, (as you've probably guessed by now) this post is about a dream. And, because I finally remembered (quite vividly) one of my dreams, I'm going to share it with you. In story form! -cheers-

We're in a store; not big enough to be a department store, not a Wal-Mart. It's just a store. We're looking for someone, a big someone. How is he so good at hiding?

We look everywhere, running up and down aisles, until we find him. He looks scared, nervous, but he leads us willingly enough to where we want to go.
It feels like there is a glass between us and them. We know we have to move forward, though. That's what we came here for. So we step over the threshold.

The ghosts are regal; their ladies in fancy, hoop dresses, the men in suit and tie. They cluster around small tables were once they laughed. The most solemn figures sit at their head, the king and his queen.

Slowly, we cross the room, careful not to touch. It's as if we aren't there. No eyes follow us behind the royals' thrones where we dare to venture.
As we stand there, gazing at the ghosts, she does it. My counterpart pops the crowned head before us. It's silly but the man told us that it's the only thing to do, and he knows them best. I take a deep breath, waiting.

The king screams, horrible screams. He calls for blood, and he screams. We run like rabbits but the floor is covered in boiling water. Other screams join the first as the water rises.

We head for an exit but we can't get through. Strange men on the outside hold them tight. The water builds to our waists as we run from exit to exit.

People are pounding on windows, panicking. The ghosts are dooming us to their demise. I spot one last glimmer of hope, a simple staircase. We sprint to it, passing a ghastly hand pouring more water into the growing ocean.

We're almost there. If only it's unlocked! Please, please, be-

And that was how it ended. I will never know how it ends (unless, of course, it's a reoccurring dream -fingers crossed) and unfortunately, neither will you (blame Lizzie). So why did I show it to you? Because I wanted to see if it was exciting, if it was a good story.

You see, it gave me an idea (as I'm sure it was intended to, my brain plots against me). Right now, it is very small. What you just read is about all I have. But it will grow. I know it will, because these things tend to happen to me. And I don't know whether to be grateful for them or not. I already have THE SWITCHERS, THE LAST TEAM, and HEIRS TO ESIO. Plus, I've had this duet rolling around in my head that I've saving for NaNo (I wonder if I could combine this with that, hmmm...). It almost makes me want to scream. So before I even consider writing a much longer piece of writing from that, I want to know, do you think it would be worth it?

Question: What do you think about getting inspiration from dreams (excluding Stephanie Meyer)? Do you ever get ideas from your dreams?