I dream vivid and often. Most of the time I just forget about the stuff my subconscious invents (even though it's usually pretty awesome). Other times, I write an outline when I wake up, repeat the dream to myself a few times, then write the story later. If I don't do all of these things, I'll completely forget and won't be able to see it anymore.
This is a dream outline I made in August of 2010:
dream about friends
buss house
shower
kiss?
bus up mountain
not the right bus
seeing dc from the top
driver tells me vre is close
dc
leaning houses - thinking about them
pie show
jorge cooking big piece of meat
andrew being so happy to see me
going through crowd of rock people trying to follow line of kids
passing selah on the way out
thinking andrew didn't have a gig for me to go to so it must be private
running down the path and into what looks like a camp
trying to find the others
tending to a fire with a big black pot - taking the fire out from the pot so it can sleep but keeping the fire alive - looked like corn stalks not wood - woke up
I vaguely remember it; it was a dream that came about after finding out my friend Andrew had joined the Pietasters. Because it's been so long since I had the dream and wrote the outline, I can't write it out in long form anymore. I mean, I could but it wouldn't have the same visualization as the dream; I'd be making it up.
Sometimes I feel like writing dreams and real life are like cheat-writing.
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