This is another of those early mornings where I’ve tossed and turned throughout most of the night, and when I did manage to sleep, I had the most unusual dreams . . . though some might say disturbing is more representative word.
Last night wasn’t bad–the part before bedtime, that is. I caught up with some people I knew, got the low down on what they were doing, and relayed what I’d been up to. Of late that’s been a pretty simple thing: wake up, write, work, come home, eat, goof off a little, write, sleep. Such is life, right?
Got into the novel, and Chapter 41 is already a thousand words old. I said in a Facebook post that it was a long, technical description, but really: I hadn’t gotten to that part, not yet. And I don’t know, upon reflection, how technical it’ll really get. My two main characters in this chapter, a quantum physicist and a medical doctor who is also the director of a college’s paranormal department, are enjoying their morning tea and begin discussing their concerns and the issues that may arise during the operation they’re about to undertake. It’s another scene that I’ve had inside my mind for a very long time now, and getting it out . . .
Getting down in the computer wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be. That’s a problem with writing: you know just what you want to say, and how you want to say it. And then you go to write it and you do your best. Which is what I did last night; I took my time and got the words right.
And all was good.
Sleep was up, and I was off and drifted off rather quickly.
It goes without saying–or am I really saying it now?–that I haven’t been sleeping well. Most of the time I’m up and down throughout the night, most of it just waking up for a few minutes, then drifting right back off, but still . . . that long, pleasant dream-filled sleep I really desire just keeps kicking me in the crotch and saying, “Naw, not tonight, Bub. Maybe tomorrow.”
Though, early this morning, there was one dream . . .
There was a house, and old one. Inside the house there was–something. I’m not quite sure what this something was, but it seemed like it was desired by a number of people, and I was the only one who knew where it was.
Eventually, this something was put on display in a very large area: it looked like a rugby pitch, actually. Thousands of people showed up, and no matter where I sat, people kept getting in my way and blocking my view.
So, quite simply, I took position of the something and left. And I ended up installing it in another house–at one end of a very large room actually. And I realized the house was mine, and I was speaking with someone, a man I didn’t know, and he said, in a very deep, studious voice:
“It is good you have it here, out of the way . . . it allows one of suffer their decline in private.”
It wasn’t long after that I work up, because how the hell do you top that?
My dreams have taken their strange turn a long time back, but this one . . . it left me just a little bit shaken, a little confused. Because I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where it leads. Or maybe it’s nothing at all. Dreams are like that, you know.
Maybe it’s best to just forget it.
So, now . . . to finish my coffee, get ready, work, come home, pay bills, then depart for home. Tonight I sleep in my own bed, not the one I use at The Undisclosed Location.
Maybe the dreams tonight will bring me a different sort of comfort.