I used to dream a lot. Vivid dreams. Some were pretty weird. Some were wishful thinking. Some were plotting and planning because I’d be thinking about a story or a character or whatever situation needed to be addressed in real life. I also used to remember my dreams, also vividly. And then stuff happened. If I dreamed, I didn’t remember them. And the words dried up. Odd how that works. Anyway, the Universe might be onto something.
That’s right, Silver. This is a dream.
You’re still asleep. Any minute now, an elephant might appear behind you wearing a pink tutu and tennis shoes. Or maybe the phone will ring, and it’ll be Abraham Lincoln to ask why you’re late for the ball. Or perhaps Oprah Winfrey is down the hall, live audience in tow, about to introduce you as her new favorite author. Silver, anything can happen in a dream, anything, without regard to the past, without regard to logic, and you never have to figure out the “hows.”
Silver, learn from your dreams, because the stuff of time and space is no different. Forget your past. Pitch the logic. And drop the cursed hows.
Silver, cute whiskers.
Yeah, the dreams lately have been along the lines of dancing elephants doing “Swan Lake” and me stroking my whiskers and meowing. But that’s okay. Because the writing has sort of been really hot one day and not so much the next. I’m starting to notice the day after the weirdness invades my sleep is usually a good day for words. I’m hoping the trend keeps up. Except Oprah? Not so much. Anyway… What about y’all? Do you dream? Do you remember your dreams? Are they weird? 😉