I had two of the weirdest dreams last night. Actually they were both dreams that made perfect sense not like crazy dreams where you're you but you're not you because you look like your great aunt Mildred's dog and you're at your house but it's not your house because it looks like the inside of a T.V. They weren't anything weird like that. I guess I would qualify them as weird because they were perfectly clear but they were both so different.
In the first I was me and I had just gotten divorced (little weird there since I'm not married) and I was trying to learn how to swim.
The next I was a police officer who was assigned to patrol a haunted hotel and I was running from the paranormal activity after watching it kill everyone in the hotel.
I have no idea how I ended up having two dreams so completely different during the same night. The second dream about the hotel made me wake up and I wanted to go back to sleep. I couldn't though because I kept thinking I really needed to write these things down before I forget because I might need them for a story one day.
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Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Dreams
As I anxiously await the election results I decided to do my daily post.
I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often do because I really don't sleep well, and I could remember what I had just been dreaming. I usually remember when a dream was bad and I don't think this one was. I did sit up and think that with a little working of the details I could make a great story out of it. I've done this with a few dreams I've had or at least tried. So I play the story over and over in my head because I didn't want to get out of bed. And I just kept thinking about it hoping I would remember in the morning. Of course I don't remember and it's driving me mad. It's so far gone I can't even grasp it and if I ever do recall it, I doubt that I'll know that it was from that particular dream. Now I'll just torment myself forever for forgetting.
Who knows maybe there was no dream and I dreamed I had a cool idea or maybe the idea really wasn't that good. I guess I will never know, but I will have to start keeping a pencil by my bed.
I'm going to be stuck in Ann Arbor the next two days and I'm not sure how much writing I'll get done. I'll still post of course. Even though I have to be up super early I'm hoping to put a huge dent in my novel tonight. I'm starting to get behind what I should be and I don't want to not finish.
I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often do because I really don't sleep well, and I could remember what I had just been dreaming. I usually remember when a dream was bad and I don't think this one was. I did sit up and think that with a little working of the details I could make a great story out of it. I've done this with a few dreams I've had or at least tried. So I play the story over and over in my head because I didn't want to get out of bed. And I just kept thinking about it hoping I would remember in the morning. Of course I don't remember and it's driving me mad. It's so far gone I can't even grasp it and if I ever do recall it, I doubt that I'll know that it was from that particular dream. Now I'll just torment myself forever for forgetting.
Who knows maybe there was no dream and I dreamed I had a cool idea or maybe the idea really wasn't that good. I guess I will never know, but I will have to start keeping a pencil by my bed.
I'm going to be stuck in Ann Arbor the next two days and I'm not sure how much writing I'll get done. I'll still post of course. Even though I have to be up super early I'm hoping to put a huge dent in my novel tonight. I'm starting to get behind what I should be and I don't want to not finish.
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