Monday, August 29, 2016
What to Make of Dreams
I typically do not remember mine. As I awake, the moment shatters and flutters to the fringes of my mind like a million migrating butterflies. Yet this weekend, I had a different experience.
I awoke at 0'dark thirty, pitch black of night. That happens a lot. Nothing new there. What startled me was a sense of sadness and determination clawing at my heart. For once, the picture in my mind, the last moment of my dream, wasn't breaking apart. It was as clear and poignant as the picture of the flower I've added to this post. I sat up in my bed wondering what to do. I stay prepared to jot down story ideas by keeping post it notes handy. But what needed to escape me was more than a two or three line concept.
So I scurried around in the dark, not wanting to turn on the lights in the house and accidentally awake my daughter. Upon finding a free notebook (I have a few and all of them are currently occupied with thoughts I note as they come to me), and a pen, I started pouring the feelings out of me aided by candlelight.
Three pages of free hand writing later, and I felt sleepy again, ready to curl back under my blanket. I read my words only once, and goodness, they are a sloppy looking affair lol! But the story is one that tackles a few serious issues and isn't my comfort zone. There aren't any vampires, fae, angels, or demons. But good and evil are at work, and I'm glad I have several other projects to do before getting to this one. I'm going to need the time to prepare for it.
What has been your experiences with dreams? Do you remember them? Have any with a recurring theme? What do you do about them?