Here goes something--
What is the weirdest dream you've ever had?
Well now, that's just impossible. I have too many weird dreams to choose from. They're all extremely weird. Dreams can be that way.
One of the weirdest sensations I've had while dreaming was the feeling that I can't wake up completely. This has happened several times. In the dream, I realize that I'm asleep and I'll start trying to wake up, trying to move, but I'm separate from my body. I'm just thinking, detached from the physical body. I try to move, to slap myself in the face to wake me up, but nothing works. I usually end up trying to yell something, screaming. Sustained straining and screaming starts to move my body away from the deep slumber, and I'll whimper or moan as a connection starts to establish itself. After what seems like a long and drawn out struggle, I awake to myself yelling and sit up with a start. I usually still feel drugged, heavy, drowsed, but I'm rattled and anxious now.
This dream led to my central struggle in the plot of my short story that I wrote in high school, called "Death of a Nerd." Someday I'll have to post it. I have to unearth it from all the writing stuff I have amassed. It's in here somewhere.
I have a lot of writing that I've already done that hasn't seen another person's eyes. And a lot of it might just stay that way. I wrote a lot of journals when I was younger. It was therapy before I could afford regular therapy. Writing is powerful like that. It gets the stuff out of your head and into your hands so you can work with it, like clay. Once it's out, you can organize it, shape it, work it into something. And it clears space for the origination of greater thought.
I worked today on my sort of children's book. I'm thinking more and more that I just need to get on with it and make some dumb ass drawings for it and get it done so that I can publish it myself and give it away to Armand and Melissa before their kids are in college already. The book was born over ten years ago already. Ten years. That's a lot of reading time. A children's book takes only minutes to read. How long do they take to write and illustrate? A little longer, I'm guessing. A little longer.
Anyway. Back to the weird dreams... I've blogged about them before: see the Dream of Life and Goals Work to Make Dreams Reality. Also Return to the Journal Jar. Do check them out. I don't recall having much weirdness happen in my dreams as of late. So I'm due. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a real doosie. Or is that Duzy? Douxie. You get the idea. Something major. Until then, then.