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Apr. 18th, 2019 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariI've talked a lot about the depressing part of my mind lately. For once, I'm going to talk about something amazing my mind does. I don't know how it does this. I don't know why it does this. But it does.
It tells me stories.
Nearly every story I've got in my repertoire, with only a few exceptions, began their lives as stories I was told during a dream, or just as I begin falling asleep.
My magnum opus, The Book of Xand was a dream I had in 1987. A Wish for Wings began as a dream during a fitful night of sleep (and a lot of anime). Genevieve was a dream. And last night, I had a dream about "The Starship Alexandria," one of sixty four starships touring the stars to catalogue and share all the information in the universe.
I wish I had the speed and energy and time to develop these stories. Because there's so much to see there. A million year old spire city. A fascist world not just recovering its freedom, but recovering it's magic. A man making the decision to cut himself off from his world to go on a grand adventure in the universe. I've forgotten more stories than I have books. The dreams themselves are wierd, almost always in the third person. If I'm in them, I'm not the person I see in the mirror.
I don't know where the stories come from. Sometimes I think it's to cheer me up, since that's usually when it happens. I just wish I could share them with the justice my dreams give them.
I keep a dream diary. For when I have time to jot down some of the stories. :)
It tells me stories.
Nearly every story I've got in my repertoire, with only a few exceptions, began their lives as stories I was told during a dream, or just as I begin falling asleep.
My magnum opus, The Book of Xand was a dream I had in 1987. A Wish for Wings began as a dream during a fitful night of sleep (and a lot of anime). Genevieve was a dream. And last night, I had a dream about "The Starship Alexandria," one of sixty four starships touring the stars to catalogue and share all the information in the universe.
I wish I had the speed and energy and time to develop these stories. Because there's so much to see there. A million year old spire city. A fascist world not just recovering its freedom, but recovering it's magic. A man making the decision to cut himself off from his world to go on a grand adventure in the universe. I've forgotten more stories than I have books. The dreams themselves are wierd, almost always in the third person. If I'm in them, I'm not the person I see in the mirror.
I don't know where the stories come from. Sometimes I think it's to cheer me up, since that's usually when it happens. I just wish I could share them with the justice my dreams give them.
I keep a dream diary. For when I have time to jot down some of the stories. :)
