For the last two nights I’ve had some pretty incredible dreams, like none I’ve ever had before.
First off, I wasn’t in them. I know some people have had that experience before, but it’s a first for me. It was like watching a movie. It’s quite nice to be able to sit back and just enjoy them. That’s right. I’m so lazy, I don’t even like to dream about doin’ stuff.
Secondly, they have literally been like watching a movie. There have been plots, detailed story, twists, surprise revelations, and even flashbacks (and one flash forward). Two nights ago it was the courageous struggle of a girl who was caught in the middle of World War I (I guess it could have been the second World War, I’m not sure….actually, now that I think about it, it was both. Hence the flash forward I referred to). I don’t know how long the dream actually lasted, but it was an epic production.
Last night was the harrowing story of a Travel Channel-type crew filming at sea. Their boat was overturned and we follow the filming crew as they make their way back to shore, swimming through the ocean in the dark of night (introducing me to “night spiders,” automobile-sized formations of coral and seaweed that look like spiders and, naturally, only appear on the ocean floor at night).
After the first cool dream, my thought upon waking was, “That’d make a great movie!” But then I realized I wasn’t kidding anyone. An epic of such proportions would take a lot of research and I know myself well enough to know it’d never happen. I mean come on, I still have the incredible true tale of my dad’s Vietnam still taking up space on my hard drive, I’m not about to start on another tome I know I’ll never finish.
So, in the meantime, I’ll just continue to enjoy the movies of my dreams and, who knows, I may actually come across something that will get me writing. Pass the popcorn.