Of dreams and not dreams.

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You may be pleased and unsurprised to know I survived the dentist. Well, the hygienist, which is, as I noted to her yesterday, a tougher word to spell. I never quite get it right, but here in the 21st century we have spell check.

Long live spell check.

It’s just one of those things you have to do whether you like it or not, because having teeth is nice.

And last night I went to bed super, super early, got up relatively early today, but got the length of sleep that most people would call “normal,” though I don’t know many who really do get that much sleep. And with that sleep came very intense dreams.

Here’s the the thing about them. I don’t remember what happened at all. Not even a glimpse, really, I only know that when I woke up, I’d been somewhere very far away leading an entirely different existence.

I always find that so strange, how there can be an entire universe that simply vanishes when you open your eyes. No trace of it remaining, but that sense of it being solid lingers.

Very weird.

So I’m venturing into my Tuesday not entirely sure of where I’ve been, only that that place isn’t here, not in any meaningful way, anyhow.

Have an amazing Tuesday.

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Wednesday Wanderings

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It’s another day of gray, wet gray, though I don’t think it’s raining. At least not now.

After a stretch of impossibly hot temperatures for May, we’re back in the spring zone, and that’s fine with me. Yesterday, there were a lot of sirens; today is quieter, it seems.

I woke up early but managed to go back to sleep, with more condensed, strange dreams. Sometimes it feels as though I leave them in the bedroom, hovering just above the bed, eventually the entire room packed with these brief existences I cannot remember.

In what I do recall, there was a diner; and the diner was completely out of desserts. Given my desire for dessert last night while watching “Below Deck Mediterranean,” as the yacht chef made a dessert buffet, I don’t think there’s any deep meaning lingering in that one.

I just wanted dessert. And didn’t have any. At least not the kind I wanted.

Such is life.

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Dream a Little Dream

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Henri Rousseau, “The Dream” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Such strange dreams last night. Vivid and as solid as sitting here typing away. Only much much weirder.

Everything made sense while I was in the dream; nothing felt especially out-of-place, but when I woke up, the memory of something so polar opposite to my waking life felt jarring. Incongruent.

Which spellcheck still insists isn’t a word.

Dreams fascinate me, the way entire worlds are built, sturdy worlds with neighborhoods and streets and homes which feel familiar yet don’t. And yet from the moment we float up to consciousness, even before we’ve opened our eyes, they slip away from us, those visits to another place we’ll likely not see again.

It’s nice, as a writer, to have a built-in source of inspiration and ideas. You don’t even have to take your dreams word-for-word; sometimes just the mood or setting will spark something.

Meanwhile, I still find myself wondering how something that can seem so real could never exist at all.

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 Her Cousin Much Removed

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Sometimes Dreams Turn Dark

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Antonio de Pereda, El sueño del caballero (The Knight’s Dream) via Wikimedia Commons

I had one of those nights filled with dark unpleasant dreams. I’d wake up, go back to sleep, and have another round in worlds I was very happy to have dissolve away as consciousness emerged. When I woke for the final time, I glanced at the clock, saw it was bonafide morning, and said to myself, that’s enough of that.

Still, it’s strange how that feeling can stay with you, a sense of foreboding, an air of gloom entirely concocted by your brain and your brain alone. More often than not, lately, I’ve gotten to morning with that vague feeling I’ve been somewhere else doing many things, none of which I can remember within a few seconds of waking up.

I would have taken the not remembering, frankly.

But as the dreams become more and more remote, they grow fuzzy and undefined. And maybe the essence of them could prove useful for writing, in terms of mood if not their nonsensical content.

And here’s to hoping for more pleasant dreams ahead.

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Weird Dreams Are Weird Sometimes

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I had one of those dreams last night where, at some point during the rise back to consciousness, you say, oh right, that’s not real.

It wasn’t anything particularly spectacular, though it was a little on the strange side. I belonged to a gym, or had joined a gym, it wasn’t clear which, and there was a big, complicated game going on throughout the facility. In the dream, I understood it, I think I even knew where we were in it, but now, as an awake person, it’s just a jumble of confusion.

And oddness.

I didn’t know any of the people in my dream in real life, though I thought I did in the dream, but my dreams are often like that, packed with people I’ve made up completely. Though who am I fooling? My real life is like that, with my head packed with people I’ve made up completely and are clamoring to be written down.

Maybe it’s my characters’ way of getting to the forefront? Show up in a dream, and maybe you’ll show up on a page? Who knows.

But it’s interesting, that divide between the dream world and the real one, and how, for a few minutes at least, it’s tough to tell one from the other.

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Dreams are So Strange

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Last night I had two dreams, but the second supplanted the first, and now all I can remember is a vague sense of unease. I know that the first dream was a post-apocalyptic thing, and I know that while I was having it, it seemed so real, so concrete, but then it dissolved into nothing at all.

For a time, you cannot convince yourself that what you’re seeing doesn’t exist anywhere but behind your eyelids, for a time, it is your life, your existence, but then slowly you return to yourself and it’s like trying to piece together the bits of a bubble that’s popped.

It’s not a dream I wanted to keep, by any means, I remember that much. But still, it’s so odd that the imaginary can feel so concrete.