Last night I dreamt I was being chased by huge drooling beasts. I was running full-out but couldn’t put enough distance between myself and the hungry monsters. I knew with certainty that if something didn’t change soon, I would be monster chow. In that moment I decided to give myself the ability to fly and armed myself with a huge shotgun. Yep, I am a lucid dreamer, which comes in handy when I’m having a particularly nasty dream. So yeah, I managed to escape the beasts last night and am here to tell the tale.
Although I do enjoy my lucid dreams, I prefer my dreams from the ether. In these dreams I am an observer watching a story unfold and when I awake I can recall in detail every aspect of my dream. So when I feel dejected and unsure about being a writer, when I start to think maybe I should throw in the napkin I look at my notebook of ideas and close my eyes. I dream.
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