Ick! Two days with no post. Bad girl! No cookies for me. 😉 Good excuses though. Tuesday, I didn’t get home until late thanks to some much needed shopping. I ate my pizza, checked emails, then crashed hard, only to be awakened at am by my tom cat running across my legs after something. Good thing he did. The dream I was having was about to turn into a nightmare. >.<
I guess the mix of humidity, no air flow, and five cheese pizza didn’t make for good dreaming or good sleep.
Dreams are windows into our psyches. They give insights into things we have repressed or buried so deep, we can’t consciously think of them. They show our fears to our naked mind. But, our dreams also give ideas. Ideas that could become something truly amazing.
Would you believe that the wonderful invention known as the sewing machine wouldn’t be here today if the guy who made it didn’t have a dream about it? It wasn’t about the machine itself but how to make it work. Before man even thought of the airplane, he dreamed of flying with wings of his own while watching birds soar high over head.
It was because of a dream that some of my stories came into being. I still have one running about in my head that I am not sure how to begin. It centers around transformation, felines, canines and an invasion of some kind. It is the invasion that starts the whole thing off. Needless to say, the dream repeated itself several times and I thought on it for about two years straight on how the plot moved before it simply faded into the back of mind to spring up once in a while. Elements of this story appear in a lot of my fiction. In fact, Black Friday has a lot of it in there.
The dream that I had Tuesday night, though, started off innocently enough. Nothing noteworthy, just the general worries of the week strolling through of me trying to get the shopping done and pay bills. Mundane stuff everyone thinks about and immediately forgets upon waking. Then, it took a turn into the strange. I was speaking to my mom while we were out walking someplace. Could have been a park, arboretum, or down one of the streets near her apartment. My son was there running ahead and being a goofy little twerp. Nothing unusual except for the general vibe.
We were talking about ideas and what to do once money came in. Moving has been heavy on my mind lately, so I am sure that was the conversation; which apartment complex were we considering. Nice places that offered Wal-Mart employees discount were at the top of the list, then things which benefited us as a whole for general entertainment and budgeting. While we were talking, a bee flies up and makes a few circles, almost diving by as if it were controlled by some sadistic person. Think of the flybys done in Top Gun and you have the right idea of what this insect was doing. Both my mom and me are allergic to bee stings. But, she’s one who needs the epi-pen for just in case. Anaphelptic(sp?) shock is what hers becomes when stung. (Boo) Mine gets extremely painful and requires doctor care, but to the point of nearly killing me. (Yay) Still, I’m twitchy around stinging insects like bees and was ducking away from this dive bombing pest.
Then, it lands on her. I panic and immediately swipe it off her and it comes diving back with stinger poised to sting on impact. How it was caught in mid-air by me, I don’t know, but suddenly, in my dream, it was there and buzzing madly at me while wriggling. No way was I going to let my mother be stung by something as small as a bee. It gets flung away into a clump of aromatic flowers. I wasn’t going to kill it, bees are a necessity in nature. We start to walk off and look back as we return to our conversation. Things are quiet then an eerie chill crawls up my neck and tickles the base of my skull and vibrates in my ears. Mom looks terror-stricken. I look back and there it is; the bee I flung away and the rest of its hive swarming behind it. Not only was that single bee mad, but so were the rest and we were in their sites.
Last thing I remember from the dream was that swarm spiraling toward me. i was frozen in place, unable to move at all and shaking. Mom was trying to run off and protect my son. right as the first bee was about to sting, Caffeine, my tom cat, runs over me, nicks me with a claw and makes this funny meow when he wants to play. He woke me up just in time. Had that nightmare continued, it could have caused some damage from the shock factor alone. I was that deep into sleep with it and thought I was awake.
If I were any good at writing horror, or suspense, that would make a wonderful story line to read. Something along the lines of a Stephen King novel. heh Would be cool if he stumbled across this journal and got inspiration for his next book from that dream. Now that I have it wrote down, I may do something with it. I don’t have to keep it alive in my mind until I think of what I could do with it.
Now, if anyone want to analyze that dream, let me know, I’ll try to give more details upon request. Or, just offer suggestions about what could be behind it besides an over active imagination and repressed feelings of fear and anger. I’ll listen.
People who say they don’t dream, aren’t really living. They aren’t as healthy as they think they are mentally. Perhaps their dreams are just forgettable. Things happen and simply do not get filed away into higher memory where the waking mind will contemplate what it saw. Or, what happens in the dreams is just so intense, the mind cannot cope and buries it deep. Deep into places where only a psycho-analyst and hypnotist dare to tread to bring them out so they won’t cause any further problems.
Repressing your dreams is just as bad as repressing your feelings. They have to e given thought or else you simply won’t be able to function in society. They can hold you back as well as push you forward.
That nasty dream stuck with me all through Wednesday. I managed to get my shopping and a bit of laundry done. Even took a nap before starting off just so I could focus on driving and the budget I had to buy food with. A lot more snoozing was done while listening to animes like Ben 10 and Pokemon (shudder), and a round of SWAT Cats before mom got in from work.
She made the best sirloin steaks ever!
By the time I had all that running around done, my gas gauge was sitting practically on empty. The ten dollars mom loaned me last Friday was to last me until today, payday, so i could fill up but an unexpected trip cut me short on fuel. So, I intended to wait until midnight when my paycheck was to be auto-deposited. Colin, cute little twerp that he is, stayed awake to make sure we left.
We no sooner pull out and go a few feet when i hear an odd sound coming from my wheels. I park (two spaces away from where I was) and find my back passenger tire was flat. No way I was getting home to write any blogs or do anything until morning. Thankfully, mom lent me her AAA card so it was changed out without any fees and we were on our way.
Here’s something weird. No one knows what size tank is in my Lumina. My brother tried to purposefully run it out of gas. it was sitting on empty and the thing still started and got him where he wanted to go. Mom tried to do the same thing and the car would not run out of gas. Unintentionally, I tried and came very close… this time. I squeezed in almost 16 gallons. So, Dave and I figure it has an 18 gallon tank. Give or take.
More than plenty go another two weeks before putting more gas in. I know that will put it around a quarter of a tank since I go mostly to and from work which about 11 miles round trip. Round trip to mom’s apartment is almost 25 miles and she’s just a few miles beyond work. For Colin’s therapy, it’s around 14 miles round trip. Thankfully, if we need groceries, I can get them en route when coming home from work, or pick them up there. Only once a month do I go out of my way to restock shelves. I must go where the deals are to save money.
Now that I think about it and I have that bad dream written down, I wonder if I could turn it into a NaNo novel this November. If I give it enough thought, it shouldn’t disturb me into having more nightmares or terrors to prevent sleep. That other dream could very well become the same. Problem is how to begin the invasion which starts the story.
This is what I love about fiction. It can be anything at all and placed into any kind of setting. We’ll see. I am still considering picking up Rosie’s story. I may pick up another that has a pair of therian type people which was turning into a good plot before I got side tracked. There’s another, cross over, I may redo entirely and use the current as the outline. There are two cross over stories I have which were both written about the same time but the one was done entirely during NaNoWriMo.
Actually, I need to transcribe what I have of book two of Black Friday and see about pushing that story forward some more and work on the editing of Society of Night and Lies. I still need to come up with another 30K worth of words to meet the minimum with the company I’m self publishing through. The bare minimum I can submit is 80K words which comes out to about 180 pages in a 6×9 book. Max amount is 150K I believe for novels. I’m not too sure on the max amount but it is around the 100K mark.
That’s a lot of writing, even for me.
This blog has turned into a lot writing for this time of night. At least the ideas are out and put someplace I can find to reference later.