I haven’t had this many vivid dreams for quite some time.
I’m wondering if it isn’t a byproduct of ceasing to write short stories, after a year of fervent crafting.
When I finished my first book, I found that I had a ton of creative energy to let loose, and I channeled it into the best sketch book I’ve ever produced. It was interesting to ‘come down’ from writing a book, and I ended up with some excellent drawings from it.
But now; I’m not certain if the dreams are a direct result of my lack of writing. If so, I’m not entirely opposed. Certainly it would be an interesting side effect.
I will keep my descriptions of dreams to a minimum, I think. Several of my previous posts note them, because those ones were notable. I used to keep a dream journal; for a whole year I wrote down every single dream as soon as I awoke. It led to noticing some interesting patterns. For instance, I dream of bears more than any other animal, and I find myself shopping and choosing between items a surprising amount.
‘Weapons’ and ‘being shot’ is at the top of a list of extremely rare occurrences. So is ‘fictional characters’. So you see, the past few entries are of some note, having documented a whole year’s worth of dreams.
We’ll see what hounds of hell my mind lets loose this night. As for just now (I just woke up), seeing London under twenty feet of water was most distressing. I’m glad Scully was there though, we managed to get eachother out alive.
Your confused and shaken writer,
H.G.
H.G. Bells 