Last night I had a dream that I think I'll form into a story. The dream was that I was a young boy named Otto Wilfhem in 1915 Berlin, Germany. I was standing in the parlor of an old woman named Helga Traudl. Her mouth moved, but I couldn't hear her. Suddenly, she puts a hand in her dress pocket and pulls out...a German Mauser! Heart racing, I take off away from her, towards the stairs (as the doors were behind her, far away in other rooms). I wake up just as a bullet strikes the wall mere inches from me. I want to write this story from her perspective, but I don't have a plot, only that scene of Helga shooting at little Otto. Why would she try to kill him? I got the sense that she knew him somehow, but they weren't related. Her sons and husband were off fighting the Great War. So why would she want to kill Otto? In fact, why is Otto even there? Thoughts?