There are two twilights each day — the gradual fall of darkness, when creatures of the night awaken and walk until sunrise, and the other twilight — the sliver of morning before the day has started for real.

The morning twilight is subtle and mysterious. It’s the time when dreams and reality blend and bleed into one another. I woke up this morning with a dream still resonating with such clarity it was hours into the day before I realized that it had been — as they say — only a dream.

Those early morning dreams are rich territory for writers of fantasy, horror and mystery genres. In those dreams we tell ourselves fantastic tales. Some of my early twilight dreams have turned immediately into short stories. It was as if I had been writing in my sleep.

It always strikes me as odd that the evening twilight is the one that brings MONSTERS to mind when, for me, they are lurking in the early morning quiet, slipping home after a night of MONSTROUS behavior.

What will I dream tonight? What will I dream tomorrow morning?