So, I had this dream the other night. Actually, it was in the morning right before I woke up. Those are the dreams I tend to remember, not the ones buried deep in the night. This dream was pretty vivid, and creepy, probably because of all the Halloween spookiness that’s been going on. But it was like a little story with a main character and supporting characters, and mysterious circumstances and something to be overcome. When I woke up, I reached for my notebook and wrote down, quite neatly, I might add, everything I could remember. I had in mind the well-known story about Stephenie Meyer. She woke up from a dream that she’d had about a girl and a vampire. After getting her chores done for the morning, she went to her computer and typed it into a document so she wouldn’t forget it. Later on, she went back to it, and she kept writing in her spare time until she had the first draft of what would become the first novel in the Twilight series.
There are so many dreams I just let go of, that are weird or stressful, or clearly a replay of whatever I watched on TV or a conversation I had the day before. But this one seemed worth pursuing. Will I actually write a novel based on it? The idea is kind of overwhelming right now. Maybe a short story, or a poem first…or a runaway bestseller. I can dream, right?
I used to dream about ponies