I record dreams. In this case, it was one of my husband’s dreams and it had a neat twist on the idea of dragons in the modern world. He awoke in the night and told me about it, as he often does when he thinks the story is worth sharing. I ask as many questions as I can and it’s easy for me to remember the details since I’m wide awake and he just has to verbally recall as much as he can. This particular dream was interesting since it was very similar to a book that I’m reading even though he’s never read the book. I record dreams as potential ideas for books of my own.
I can’t say I ever remember longing to be a cheerleader, but according to my dream, I was eager to be one and not just any cheerleader, a dang good one.
It began with me being a late starter to cheerleading (which if I had to do it at all, I guess starting later in my life makes the most sense).
One of his most recent game-playing evenings mixed visuals with a previous dream of mine and since then, I’ve avoided watching his zombie killing games because the dreams resulted from it weren’t fun and they went on for far too long.
Beginning a new blog is a bit daunting to me. There is so much space to fill. It’s a lot like that first touch of a brush to a blank sheet of canvas. Where do you start? What do you say? What color or tone do you use?