Henry and I watched District 9 last night for the first time, then finished it off with reruns from Fringe, our kind of night. Well, it was kind-of except that he was complaining with his hand (surgery Monday) and I was complaining with my foot (podiatrist that morning). We finally called it a night after lots of comfort goodies, like hot chocolate and tangerines. I also added a Naprosyn for easier sleep. I woke this morning late after having the most incredible dream, very vivid, colorful and active. For once, I had the sense to immediately write it down. Dreams are often vivid upon waking, then remarkably opaque the later into the day we travel.
This one in particular had a lot of easily recognizable symbolism for me. And, of course, I dreamt in Sci Fi. The details of the dream came to me from my life, paintings I admire, and movies I've seen. They're pretty easy to separate, but pulled together, make for an interesting new idea for a short story. The surreal aspect of the dream (as most dreams are) also gives it a tone to work around which I like.
I've heard that some people keep dream journals to find answers to their daily lives. That may help, or not, depending upon the honesty of the person dreaming. I think that when we can realistically look at our lives as they are, dreaming can be an extension of our inner fears and hopes. We can scarcely discount them as fluff or silliness, even when they are comical upon wakening. How many times do we wrack these same brains for ideas or sit mesmerized in front of our laptops with writer's block?
For a writer, what better material to come our way, free of charge and begging to be used before fading into our mental storehouses. If your dreams decide to give you a present this holiday season, or anytime during the coming year, don't turn them away; take up your pen or laptop and start recording.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Hi everyone and let me just say how proud that Kathryn has named her new writer's blog after me. I'll be posting notes right along with Kathryn, so check back often. Let me tell you something about myself. I'm Maude and I live inside Kathryn's book, Delores Fletcher, Cobweb Catcher. I don't mind saying I play a major part in the book, yes I do. I know since this is the only book in what may become an exciting series, that maybe next time she'll take a few more paragraphs and include at least one of my twelve children before they take to the wind for their new homes. What's a mother black widow spider to do? This last batch is constantly climbing over my web, eating bugs, eating each other (well, maybe we shouldn't talk about that) - such cuties! Sure, try picking up after dozens of hungry spiderets and constantly having to keep a lookout for a new father figure. These guys just won't hang around long. I just don't know why. Gladys, my best friend said I scare them off. What does she know? Well, back to Kathryn. I'll let her talk for now. She's got lots of news from the SCBWI from this past weekend. Stay tuned. I'll be back.