Dream Journal 1: Crazy Girl
So I decided to keep a dream journal, because I have been having these really vivid dreams of late. That’s nothing unusual for me, they come and go, though lately I have been having quite a few. Almost on a daily basis.
Dreams can be amazing inspiration, especially when you write horror and have, what most “normal” people would consider, fucked up visions. I’ve certainly used them before to write stories.
Some of the most interesting dreams I have ever had have been lucid dreams. Like this one time, I was surrounded by zombies, realised it was a dream, and suddenly willed a katana in my hand and mad anime/kung-fu movie style sword prowess and semi-flight to go with it. So yeah, advantage me.
But I kind of consider them cheating because you’re like Neo in the Matrix to a degree. Especially when it comes to actually exploring your inner thoughts and psyche and when it comes to story, narrative and character ideas. Of course, given the type of dream this can be rather advantageous. Nudge nudge, wink wink.
But let’s leave the number of times I’ve summoned the TARDIS to one side for the moment… Uhh, yeah, what did you think I was talking about?
You have to also be careful of course. Pop culture and literary creep in can be unavoidable, so taking a dream verbatim without any analysis and vomiting into your word processor of choice would be akin to sticking your fingers in your throat and hurling into your NutriBullet and giving it a whiz. Sure, it will look kinda cool as it’s all rushing past, but when you’re done and you pour/pore it’s still gonna be fetid puke. Yes, even if you drop a stick of celery in it. In fact, that just makes it all the more disgusting. You should be ashamed. But moving on.
So, with To the Bone, the aforementioned linked story, I changed a lot. When I’d actually had the dream I was a kid, and I was also in the dream as a kid. I woke up with measles or something, but it was a hell of a cool dream. I’ve always been fascinated by dreams and rarely find them frightening. So when I had this particular dream the other night I decided, OK, I gotta start writing this shit down. Then I thought, hell, why not share it? People can only think you’re so messed up. Right?
So basically, I will write the dreams down as they come to me, so first person or third depending on how it plays out. Some dreams I will shift from one POV to another, other times even different people, but I’ll blow up those bridges when I come to them. I always dream in colour, so, you’re welcome, you don’t have to read in black and white. And I do not, nor never have, owned the car featured in the dream. Nor do I keep my car in a similar state as in the dream.
The title of this one is Crazy Girl, and you’ll see why.
I can’t think of anything else to say to preface this one but, enjoy, and if you psychoanalyse me, drop me a line as long as I’m not paying.