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? 😉
Until I was about 24, I had very vivid dreams. Some of them, I called ‘movie of the week’ dreams because they had a plot and characters and setting. Then my accident happened and I didn’t dream. And I had a sad. Then ten years later, I met Hubs. Not long after, I started dreaming again. Not as much as I used to, but yay. Might have just been a correlation, but I like to think having him in my life caused me to dream again. :cue aww:
Yeah, I have weird dreams. Maybe not as weird as dancing elephants and talking cats, but still. I’m glad your dreams are helping you write, even if they are weird. =o)
I cued the AWWWW moment and totally think those two things are correlated. 😉
I MISS those days of cinematic dreams! Hopefully, they’ll come back eventually and the weird stuff will end. Last night involved plastic bag clippy things–you know, the ones you use on potato chip bags after you’ve opened them–a talking snake and a big rock. I have know idea what happened. I just remember those three items. Maybe I need to snack before bedtime? 🤣