So I woke up at 4am after having a very odd nightmare. I was on a train with my mom, and on this train was a band of thugs, each carrying an implement of bludgeoning – large wrenches, lead pipes, etc. The thugs went around the train and demanded all the cash every passenger had. I somehow wound up sitting next to the ringleader, who was very scary and mean and was yelling at all of his thug pals. I had several hundred dollars in cash (oddly enough that I’d gotten from President Obama for promoting a children’s book he’s written) that I was supposed to hand over to the king thug, but I only pulled out a few bills from my purse, trying to pull one over on him.
This scared the bejeesus out of me, I woke up trembling and had to go have a cigarette to calm down enough to go back to sleep. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a dream that woke me up like this. I’m finding it interesting that I’m now remembering many more of my dreams since I started writing again. Even though I’m not really writing a lot of fiction yet, my brain is in that mode, constantly looking for story ideas, and I think they’re starting to come out in my dreams. Because they’re certainly not coming out in my waking hours – I’m struggling to formulate even one reasonably good idea worthy of putting down on paper.
I had actually considered joining NaNoWriMo a touch late and just jumping in to see how far I could go with it, and what stopped me was the fact that I had no clear-cut idea for any story. I’m trying to remember how I gathered ideas for stories in the past, and it’s eluding me. I guess this is something I’ll have to work through in this literary journey I’m taking!
