Is this blog worthy? I don’t know but seeing as most of my blogs could come with a warning of unimportance … I thought I’d give this one a go.
Last night I had dreams, I’m feeling sort of under the weather (whatever that means) so I took a daytime cold capsule – that was the byline to explain the possible reason for the strange, vivid visions. Now I”m making too big of a deal of this and by the time you finish reading this you’ll be disappointed. Ugh, anyway … the beginning part of this dream was at my house where apparently we were having an indoor yard sale and a woman was going through my clothes that were on a table, she picked out a light green dress that I didn’t want her to have – I told her it wasn’t for sale because it was new … boring so far? Well, the thing is … is that – that isn’t my dress. It’s Melanie’s. I’d put her in it a few days ago (which she’s still wearing, btw). It’s strange having my characters invade my real (sort of) life! First time that has happened, their lives creeping into my subconscious and showing up uninvited. Though I have to admit, I do like that particular outfit.
My imagination went on from there with a nephew, a celebrity judge, a flea market, an uncle and a cousin all making guest appearances.
Further weird – We’re reading a book that I read when I was about eleven (and loved, loved, loved) to our girls and last night we left off with one of the brother’s being stabbed. I don’t remember the details of the story, just that I loved the main character. But in my sleeping state I remembered what happens (true that now the memory has faded, but still…). I’ll just say that a lot of years have passed since I read that book and still there’s recall. Which begs the question … how much crap can a brain hold?
I’m sure all of this is usual and that millions of writers have experienced far greater, far more amazing feats … possible life altering, baby saving displays of the fantastic but this is my story and that’s all I’ve got.
Hope all is well and that you are safe and warm.