Dream, Fiction, Novel, Words, Writing

Sweet Dreams

If you’ve been around this blog awhile, you know I write a lot about dreams. In a sense, my dreams are my purest writing, straight from the subconscious, uncensored. I pay particular attention to mine in times of stress. Sometimes I don’t recognize I am stressed until I see a pattern in my dreams. Like now.

Lately, I’ve had a series of dreams where I’m in one of two situations. I either see words on the paper, but can’t read them or someone is speaking to me solemnly, but I can’t hear them. Last night it was Locke—or was it Smokey—talking to me. (Why yes, that is another LOST reference. :-)) I felt I was in danger and tried hard to make out what he said. I could hear his voice faintly, but not understand a single word. The frustration woke me. So, this morning, being the ever inquisitive me, I said, “What the heck does this mean?”

Well … duh. Didn’t I read my last blog post? Not only am I momentarily blinded to this novel, I am also deaf to it. I have a great deal of anxiety about it. I am stressed. So, I’m stepping back from it for a little while—are you listening subconscious? I’m not going to wonder how I could have written it better, or what revisions might lie in its future. I’m focusing elsewhere for as long as it takes for me to get centered again.

I might focus on reading, since I’ve started six books in the last month, but not finished any … and not because they aren’t worthy. I might finish a portrait I started a few weeks ago. I might dope myself with allergy meds and see what I can salvage in my flower garden. If words that need to be written come to me, I will write, but I’m not going to force them. I need peaceful dreams for a change.

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19 thoughts on “Sweet Dreams”

  1. Distance sounds like the perfect thing for you right now. Grab those garden gloves and do a little spring cleaning. Clear out those cobwebs and make way for new inspiration. After a long dry winter of editing it will do your dreams some good to get out in the breeze and the sun.

    When your ready to take a break I have a place saved for you right next to me on the park bench. 😉


  2. BOY how I envy people who can make heads or tails of their dreams, figure out what they’re trying to say and decipher their subconscious messages. My wife can interpret hers pretty well. You can untangle yours. I’m just not intellectually facile enough to do it.

    I had to bang my head against a brick wall of writer’s block before I recognized what my brain was trying to say: “You’re not a writer; stop forcing yourself to be.” I’m glad to hear you can identify what yours is telling you from a safe distance and do something positive about it. 😀

    *Sigh* Another reason to be envious of smart people! 😉


    1. I have a lot more years of experience, DarcKnyt.

      I’m not buying it, sir. I read your original post about bacon and that was written by a writer. A clever one.


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