Well . . . what can I say about this morning? Really, it more like, “What about last night?”
All freaky stuff, that’s all that happened.
There are times when you really wonder what the hell is going on inside your head. I really had a pretty nice evening. I was chatting with a friend most of the evening, and I was writing at the same time. Yes, I can do those things; yes, I can keep track of what I’m doing. Yes, I am a cockeyed wonder. Since chatting is in a text medium, it’s just another form of writing, no?
Anyway–Chapter 7.5, as I am calling it, of Couples Dance. It was just one video scene I was describing, but it ended up taking 1,325 to get that down, and having the chat going on at the same time was probably a good thing, because I was having to write some crazy, depraved stuff. I’m sure some of you are thinking, “I wasn’t that bad,” and you’re right: it probably wasn’t. I’m just building up my own hype, perhaps.
The chat was great, because I was able to catch up on things involving writing and other creative outlets. Yesterday was both soul sucking and drama filed, and I didn’t need either. I just wanted to get on, do a few things, chat, write, sleep. But before I went off, my friend–known to this blog as Trusty Editortm, a good friend to this writer–and they said, “Dream something wonderful!” before I logged.
Yeah. I wish.
To be honest I really couldn’t tell what was going on half the time in my dream. All I know is that it was long, it was in sort of gray and sepia tones, it had something to do with writing and acting, and I was switching gender about as often as I change underwear.
It seemed to involve some kind of dystopian landscape, because I can remember seeing things being all torn up and semi-Mad Max II looking. I kept finding myself playing the part in what seemed like a movie, or play, and I was, in turns, both writing dialog, and then giving it to myself to read for the different parts that were required. That was where all the gender switching kept happening, because I needed to be those characters, and well . . . one of the characters was a mother. Now I know how Sam Becket felt that one time.
But there was also something sinister going on in the background of which I was only dimly aware. Not really sure what was happening, but there was some blood sport action ongoing. And I know I was in it at one point, because I remember being told I had to attend, and the next think I realized, I’m running through the woods with something like a Klingon bat’leth in my hands.
Crazy nutty, and probably not what Trusty Editortm had in mind at all.
I actually have a pretty good idea what my dream involved: writing, characters, and how much you put yourself into your work. We’re always in our stories, because we are our characters. And in some instances–such as my characters in my story Transporting, or my role playing character Kerry–you get into them a lot deeper than you would ever imagine. That is what you do, and for writers, it can some times be a curse.
I think someone was telling me something in my dreams last night–now I just gotta figure out who it was, and what they were trying to tell me.
It would be a lot simpler if they just sent me an IM.
April 12, 2012 at 5:09 am
Ah, but then its also really easy to misinterpret things said in an IM. It lacks tone, context… Blah. I’ll take cryptic, weird-ass dreams any day. At least then I have something to write about
April 12, 2012 at 5:11 am
That is true. Now if I knew what exactly they were trying to tell me.
April 12, 2012 at 7:43 am
Dream’s can be so real at times, become your character and get lost in a new world that you made up as only you can see what happen and by all means write it down so we can all read what in that head of your’s ..Will
April 12, 2012 at 7:45 am
Oh, believe me: my characters come out to play more times than I can believe. I think they do it just to annoy me.
April 12, 2012 at 7:48 am
Same here they just will not take the night off..
April 12, 2012 at 7:51 am
I walked into work and before I was able to get my computer up and running, one of my characters told me something interesting about herself. Strange I’d never thought of that particular item before.
April 12, 2012 at 7:57 am
Even as we try to work they just seem to stop bye and talk to us, are we nuts or what.
April 12, 2012 at 8:08 am
Well, I know I’m crazy–really. But the characters keep me warm.
April 12, 2012 at 1:36 pm
Dreams can really be so strange. I don’t always remember then but sometimes I wake up just as I am falling!
April 12, 2012 at 1:38 pm
I can only remember a couple of falling dreams in my life time. One of them I drove a car off the Pacific Coast Highway plunged into the ocean. The worst dream I had I was in a very dark place, a room I think, and something touched me on the shoulder. I woke up just like in the movies, sitting up and gasping for air.
April 14, 2012 at 5:48 pm
I can’t ever remember my dreams. Even when I wake up and am in and out of a dream, as soon as my feet hit the floor, the whole dream disappears. I wonder why some people can remember their dreams, and some can’t. The only exception seems to be, my dreams of riding Magi. Then, I remember little glimpses sometimes. Hmmm. Something else to ponder. ?
April 15, 2012 at 6:25 am
I don’t remember much of my dreams from last night; I guess when I have my female doppelgangers yelling at me, it’s something I tend to remember.