I don't dream often, and when I do, I don't remember much about them. Usually, I try to figure out where the content came from, why I had the dream, or what the dream is telling me.
Last night, I had a dream about writing. I woke up in the middle of the night surprised by the content. I told myself it was a dream I wanted to remember in the morning.
In my dream, I woke up from a dream that gave me two things for a short story I am writing in real life.
One, it gave me a fantastic line that would breathe life into my story. Unfortunately, neither of us (dream me or real me) seemed to remember the line, but it was exciting and important.
Two, it led me to a journal entry in which I compared something to a roller coaster. I even had a drawing in the journal of a specific roller coaster, and I can still form a vague picture of it in my mind. Apparently, this journal entry was something I could insert into my story, as well. However, it was dream me's entry.
My deductions from this dream:
- The practice of journaling, notebooking, or whatever a writer calls it is useful and purposeful. It can contain crucial pieces of a story or any other piece of writing, even a slice.
- The story I am writing is about dreams. Maybe this dream is telling me that my mind and writing will give me what I need to tell the story; it will come together.