I’ve been thinking about writers who have used their dreams to create pieces of fiction. This has been prompted in part, by the extremely vivid dream that I had last night. I dream a lot , but this is not the first time that I’ve had this dream and it felt like it was almost another piece of the jigsaw puzzle. I’m not to give anything away; but let’s just say that if I was a visionary, I’d be extremely concerned for the future of the Earth. Even more than I am now.
I am in the process of writing this up, as a piece of fiction. If I ever get it to a satisfactory and understandable level, I may post it on here…but for now it stays resolutely for my eyes only. No one would be able to understand it…even I don’t understand it.
I can only imagine the dream that Mary Shelley had when she dreamt up the story of Frankenstein’s Monster, in the summer of 1816. How clever of her to use her dream and create a wonderful story that scared the early teenage version of me, to death. I used to stay up late, on a Friday night and watch the films by myself. Then, I’d rush upstairs and have dreams of a square-headed monster with bolts in its neck, coming after me. Brilliant, scary stuff!
So, my questions to you this Sunday are…
- Have you ever dreamt a story?
- And if so, what did you do with it?
Are you having a chilled Sunday, or perhaps a manic Sunday? I’m somewhere in between…putting the finishing touches to this week’s deadline. Then, I’ll change my bed linen…I love fresh bedding on a Sunday night. I like to start a new week off fresh and clean. At bedtime I clamber into bed, with a cup of Earl Grey tea and read the Observer on my Kindle. Now, you’re probably all wondering if I end the week all stinky and dirty and with a bed that resembles Tracey Emins. [Meow!] No…I’m still quite clean and so is the bed.
Anyway,thanks for dropping by and enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are and whoever you’re with.
Until the next time.