||[Jun. 2nd, 2004|09:15 am]
I woke up in the middle of the night with a momentous dream still playing in my head. I then thought about it a good deal before finally getting back to sleep. Now I've forgotten it. Rats!|
I have occasionally kept dream diaries. My last attempt was about a year ago. I'd been reading a book about lucid dreaming- you know; where you get to realise you're dreaming and can control the action- and I thought this sounds like a heap of fun. Keeping a diary was the first step on the the road to lucidity. But fun is exactly what it was not. Scribbling in pencil in a darkened room the moment you wake up is definitely not fun. So I abandoned the project after a night or two.
I resent spending half my life unconscious. I want to bring something back with me out of the dark. But I don't want it that much. I'm too lazy to put in the work.
My dreams are rarely that interesting anyway. There are certain scenarios I revisit over and over again. Favourite venues are bookshops, toyshops and churches.
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Writing is a kind of lucid dreaming. Especially fiction writing. My stories usually start with a single image. I pay attention to it and things start to happen. People appear. They say things. A world takes shape. I'm not one of those people who maps a plot out in detail beforehand. No, I form a vague idea of the terrain I want to cover and then I set out in faith. I like to go through a door and not know what's on the other side.