I don’t know if other writers of fiction have a similar experience, but I tend to have very detailed, very complex dreams. Generally I chalk it up to an extremely active imagination, without which there would be no fiction.
Everyone here, especially during the A to Z Challenge, is creative in some way…does this happen to people with creativity in a different direction? Do some of you writers never dream at all?
What strikes me about dreams is no matter how solid they feel, how firmly rooted in that reality I am while I sleep, when I wake up, it all flutters away to nothing.
Fleeting.
Entire networks of people, established relationships, neighborhoods, tasks, vanish with the opening of an eye. Well, two eyes.
But you get the idea.
Fleeting has wistfulness built right into it; it’s a monument to impermanence. That which was all-encompassing is, in the breath between seconds, gone.
Fleeting.
Sometimes it surprises me, when it all melts away, and here I am, still me, and those people never existed at all. Like characters I didn’t have to create, I didn’t have to shape or round.
Though my characters kind of do that themselves too, so it might be a bit of a theme with me. What do I know, I just live here.
Still, there’s something so engaging in it, tantalizing when nothing but snippets remain.
Fleeting.
Check out my full-length novels:
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended)
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!
A Bit to Read 
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