|D is for Dreams.|
|photo by me.|
I very often remember my dreams. My earliest when I was less than 2 years old. I smell things and feel things in my dreams, these amalgams of my day to day, past and future. Although some dreams are just images, emotions or small scenes of much debate, some of my dreams have felt epic in scale and detail, and have repeated over the years. And when I wake, its as if days or months have passed.
As of yet, I have not used any of my dreams for fiction, but I have had my fiction visit me. Usually when I am neglecting that particular story, or when Ive had a long run of good writing.
One night, in my 20s, I remember waking up to the feel of a hand on my foot, and found my MC Logan (shelved WIP Touched) at the end of my bed, is eyes glowing a serene azure. I thought I was awake and then I did wake and he was gone.
Has this happened to any of you, or should I be going back to my old profession as a client...
Type at ya tomorrow A to Zers.