I normally don’t cross-post between this blog and my website and Twitter, but I was working on my website today and ran across an account of this incident. It’s directly related to writing, so I thought it would be worth dropping the thought in both places.
For many years I kept a pen and a pad of paper on my nightstand, in case I had an important thought before I fell asleep. One night I woke up in the middle of the night from a particularly engrossing dream. This was the dream to end all dreams, and it was going to make a wonderful book, or short story, or screenplay. It was so good it could probably have been all three.
I reached for my pen and notepad, and wrote down the single sentence that I was sure would contain all the information I would need to remember the most vivid detail of the dream. It was such a good dream, how could I possibly forget, right?
In the morning, this is what I found on the pad.
Hair furt to noving at Noilly Pram
Have you had a similar experience? Does anybody know what the hell I was trying to say? Suggestions welcome.
The next post is about my first novel, If a Butterfly – The Very Beginning