I hate when I wake up in the middle of the night with something bothering me.
Allow me to explain:
Last night my two thousand words and change I wrote for my NaNo Novel involved an attack by a supernatural creature. The scene is still on-going, and I may, or may not, finish it today. But I had a great set up: a street section going dark, something that looks like a big cloud of badness, and one of my main characters getting knocked about.
Yep. Just another exciting night in the city of Makassar.
The computer was acting up bad last night, and I finally shut down once I hit my goal of hitting thirty-five thousand words. I was tired, so I figured I’d fall right asleep–which I did–and . . .
I can’t tell you what was really happening throughout most of the dream, but I know at the end, I was driving a van, someone else was with me. We parked, and they got out. And then . . .
The darkness closed in on me.
That’s just how it felt. I was sitting there, I looked back, and everything turned black. Not only that, but I felt something touch me, and remain in the room as I woke up. With a huge pain in my left leg.
This isn’t the first time something like that has happened, but it freaked me out plenty. Plus, the pain I had in my leg wasn’t doing a lot to help me get back to sleep right away. I couldn’t find a position that was comfortable. I tossed around for maybe thirty minutes before I dozed off again.
Only to wake up with this song going through my head. Which was going through my head when I went to sleep. Damn it all, why does this have to happen to me? I just want a good night’s sleep, and pleasant dreams. I don’t want demons of the darkness coming after me when I’m really hoping for is to have Christina Hendricks to show up and model lingerie.
It’s a tough world out there; show the creative types a little mercy.
That’s it, though: creative types have this shit going through their heads all the time. We go to sleep, and our dreams are usually full of insane things. It has to do with how we keep ourselves occupied. As Stephen King pointed out in his book, Danse Macabre, the kids that read books and comics grew up to be bright, intelligent, imaginative people, and the kids who didn’t grew up to be soulless, no talent hacks.
I saw a lot of this during the Go Go Reagan 80′s, where everyone who was hellbent on cashing out as a millionaire by thirty-five didn’t read anything as kids, much less science fiction and comics. One guy I worked with in 1985 would have licked the ground upon which Donald Trump was going to walk, and actually refused to speak with me after I pointed out that Trump inherited a ton of money, which was one of the reasons he was able to succeed in business without really trying. I wish I knew where he was today, because just imagine the fun I could have pointing out the insanity of his hero today . . .
You lay down with ghosts, you’re going to dream about them. Can’t be helped. It’s the way our minds work. Even when we don’t want them to bring the horror, they’re going do it anyway.
I’m going to start writing about Christina. I deserve a break tonight.