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Welcome to the thirty-sixth Crowdfunding Creative Jam! This session will run Saturday, January 17-Sunday, January 18. The theme is "Dreaming and Waking."  Visit the Creative Jam over on LiveJournal.


Crowdfunding Creative Jam

Everyone is eligible to post prompts, which may be words or phrases, titles, images, etc. Prompters may request a specific creator, but everyone else may still use that prompt if they wish. Prompts may specify a particular character/world/etc. but creators may use the prompt for something else anyway and post the results. Prompters are still encouraged to post mostly prompts that anyone could use anywhere, as this maximizes the chance of having creators make something based on your prompt. Please title your comment "Prompt" or "Prompts" when providing inspiration so these are easy to find.

Prompt responses may also be treated as prompts and used for further inspiration. For example, a prompt may lead to a sketch which leads to a story, and so on. This kind of cascading inspiration is one of the most fun things about a collective jam session.

Everyone is eligible to use prompts, and everyone who wants to use a given prompt may do so, for maximum flexibility of creator choice in inspiration. You do not have to post a "Claim" reply when you decide to use a prompt, but this does help indicate what is going on so that other prompters can spread out their choice of prompts if they wish.

Creators are encouraged, but not required, to post at least one item free. Likewise, sharing a private copy of material with the prompter is encouraged but not required. Creative material resulting from prompts should be indicated in a reply to the prompt, with a link to the full content elsewhere on the creator's site (if desired); a brief excerpt and/or description of the material may be included in the reply (if desired). It helps to title your comment "Prompt Filled" or something like that so these are easy to identify. There is no time limit on responding to prompts. However, creators are encouraged to post replies sooner rather than later, as the attention of prompters will be highest during and shortly after the session.

Some items created from prompts may become available for sponsorship. Some creators may offer perks for donations, linkbacks, or other activity relating to this project. Check creator comments and links for their respective offerings.

Prompters, creators, and bystanders are expected to behave in a responsible and civil manner. If the moderators have to drag someone out of the sandbox for improper behavior, we will not be amused. Please respect other people's territory and intellectual property rights, and only play with someone else's characters/setting/etc. if you have permission. (Fanfic/fanart freebies are okay.) If you want to invite folks to play with something of yours, title the comment something like "Open Playground" so it's easy to spot. This can be a good way to attract new people to a shared world or open-source project, or just have some good non-canon fun.

Boost the signal! The more people who participate, the more fun this will be. Hopefully we'll see activity from a lot of folks who regularly mention their projects in this community, but new people are always welcome. You can link to this session post or to individual items created from prompts, whatever you think is awesome enough to recommend to your friends.

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Date: 2015-01-17 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] chanter1944
Prompts ahoy!

"I don't dream in color." (Feel free to remove quotes and treat as first-person thought as desired)

Don't wake me up.

daymares

half-awake distortions and overtired hallucinations

I Don't Dream In Color

Date: 2015-01-17 09:55 pm (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer


I don't dream in color. I don't even dream in pictures, not any more. They were my lifeline for the first years of darkness, but they drifted away from me, or I drifted away from them, a few years after I realized that I was still in the hibernation chamber. Still in transit to the new colony. Ten years away from my new home, and forever lost to my old one.

I dream in sound. My son's laughter, as I scoop him up and tickle him until he shows all of his baby teeth, maybe a year away from losing the first of them in the next step of the inevitable transition we humans call 'growing up.'

I dream in scents. The smell of my father's chicken creole, or Nana's sweet potato pie as it baked, the odors seeming to leach into every corner of the rickety wooden house. As if the house could inhale, could enjoy the flavors in its own way. Maybe it could.

I've stopped expecting the world to make entirely the same kind of sense as before I signed on. Even at the slippery-to-grasp speeds we're traveling, time still passes. More at home than here, Einstein was forever right about that, and like Cassandre, maybe he should've been called a prophet instead of a scientist.

The machinery around me hums, softly, softly. I can hear it as clearly as the faint ringing tinnitis in my left ear which disqualified me for pilot training, but made me the perfect backup Everyman. I've the mechanic's training, the pilot's, and I'm a half-decent field medic.

It's the high, electrical whine of the tinnitis which I think will get me, eventually, not the dreams of scent or sound or the kinetic sway of rocking, whether in a porch swing with my arm around my boyfriend, or the frantic, desperate sway of the lifelift pulling me toward the helicopter and away from the vehicle tumbled down a ravine, water lapping hungrily at the broken windows.

Sometimes, the machine clicks. It's a hard, definite sound and I've learned to love it. Because whatever I'm dreaming stops, whatever is making my heart race, or tears leak from the corners of my almost-sedated tear ducts. I've begun a calendar of those clicks, after the first thousand or so.

Oh. There's silence, too, a profound and impossible silence just before a click. It ma-

-{}-{}-{}-

“Sedation proceeding. Entering stage three, Doctor,” the almond-eyed man reported. “Twenty minutes until we seal for takeoff.”

“Very good,” the steel-haired woman replied. “Is everything in the green?”

“Perfectly,” her assistant agreed. “Elapsed time, seventeen seconds, full suspension in eight more.”

Re: I Don't Dream In Color

Date: 2015-01-18 09:37 am (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
Grin.

I think that says plenty!

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Re: I Don't Dream In Color

Date: 2015-01-18 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] chanter1944
Oh my shards, ow. Whoever this person is... wow.

*impressed*

Re: I Don't Dream In Color

Date: 2015-01-18 09:36 am (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
Thank you!

It was an excellent prompt!

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