It started when I was in the woods of North Vancouver and met Douglas Coupland's father, who invited me to his cabin. There was a hot tub and he invited me in but I was squeamish about my weight and body image, so I didn't go.
Then I picked up a copy of Doug's new book, title forgotten now, with reviews and awards proclaimed on the cover. The dream then segued into re-enacting the story in the book.
There were four people, three men and a voluptuous woman, staying in a hotel in the same woods. It turns out that strange occurrences were dur to a time/space type of wormhole thing, where people would disappear latitudinally by swirling into vapour. The beings that moved around in this manner were mostly dead, but live people could use the process so long as there wasn't anybody already residing in the space they wanted to move to.
This was a problem for one of the men, who wanted more space for himself and also had a crush on the woman, so he plotted to kill the other men.
The woman was an artist who used the shifting to create paintings by throwing herself, covered in paint, against a canvas and shifting just as it hit, so that only part of her body would hit the canvas and the swirling motion created patterns.
I waited for the conclusion of the book, but realised that if I dreamed up an ending on my own I could write the book myself. I woke up before that could happen but am sure I could do it in waking life.
