Dreams have puzzled and inspired people throughout the ages, and yet nobody truly knows what they are, other than the brain sorting through the day's events. There have been times when the nocturnal administrations of my grey matter have inspired a story, it's true. Indeed, there have been occasions when everyone has been forced to stand aside as I've dashed from my bed to the computer to rattle off whatever idea the grey cells have formulated during their nightly sortings. But it doesn't happen often. Most of the time, my dreamworld is a lurid and peculiar place that I'm quite glad to escape in the morning. Last night's efforts are a case in point:
Following the welcome return of the dark and somewhat bewildering 'Silent Witness' we felt the need for something lighter-hearted to restore our emotional equilibrium. A quick search through our Yuletide recordings led to us watching 'Toy Story 3'. After that we read our books for a while before turning in. I'm reading 'Final Epidemic' by Earl Merkel. Currently the hero 'Beck Casey' is learning more than he wanted to know about Russian and American spies. Now, you may be wondering why I'm telling you all this, but the combination of the three goes some way to explaining why my dreams last night largely featured murderous, dark and nefarious characters, presided over by Toy Story hero, Woody, who I came to believe was a spy, probably for the US though I was unable to confirm that. It was, frankly, disturbing and clearly demonstrates the unreliability of my dream state for inspiring my writing. After all, I can't see Pixar being keen on seeing their eternal good guy, Woody, as a sneaky secret agent.
Or maybe they would?
Anyway, the writing shall resume as normal within the next few days without reliance upon dreams of any nature. I'm very close to the conclusion of Billy 3 now, although the rewriting, editing and proofing will consume the next few months. The final chapter of Billy's story is now, at last, nearly writ!
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year.
A certain lady that lives with me also has dreams/nightmares as Friday night proved.ReplyDelete
I didn't fully understand what she was on about on Saturday morning but I don't think
she wants to write about it. Try reading some of the Rev Awdry books-they do seem
very calming. Nice to see a new blog for the new year. Hopefully the poet will wake
up as well!
Yes it's strange how the more vivid the dream, the less sense it makes in the cold light of day. Perhaps the Rev might help, though I suspect I'd just end up having bizarre dreams about trains. I think perhaps some of he who fixes the computer's many manuals might be a better bet. They'd certainly put me to sleep ;-)ReplyDelete
Looking forward to a renewed influx of poetry - perhaps a spring series to welcome improving weather?