Hold that dream…

Morning everyone Well, it was lovely being back in our own bed last night and being in our own bed means of course lots and lots of sleep: Sleep inevitably leading to dreams…

When I interview an author, I always usually ask them how they hold onto their random thoughts and ideas and I commented during a recent interview that whilst I am good at noting down and logging the thoughts which pop up during the waking hours I am terrible at chronicling my dreams, some of which are incredibly vivid.

Last night however was different because I awoke in the early hours having just come out of the wildest dream that I have had in a long time and I knew instantly that no matter how knackered I was, no matter how much I wanted to just roll over and snuggle up into my husband’s back I HAD to hold onto the dream.  Not just because of it’s vividness, but because I knew that it linked back to dreams which I have been having for a while, but which I have been too lazy to chronicle.

However knowing how lax I had been previously, the universe chose this moment to test me. Normally I would note ideas down on my Iphone, so I dutifully reached for the hiding place under my pillow only to discover that the battery was DEAD at which point I seriously considered just going back to sleep.  However a little voice kept pecking away at me inside my head that no matter what else I did today, I had to hold that dream.  So I stumbled out of bed, I fumbled around on my bedside table for a pen which wasn’t there, I seriously considered turning the bedroom light on, but my husband muttering and cursing and wondering WTF I was doing persuaded me that maybe that wasn’t the brightest of ideas…So I tripped and stumbled my way down the stairs.  I emptied out my handbag onto the sofa.  I raided the cupboard in our dining room/office.  Cursing and by this point totally desperate I raided my daughter’s pencil case and I dutifully scribbled down all of the pertinent points about the dream: Then I went back to bed.

The dream however wouldn’t go away, there was more: Stuff that I had failed to note.  Fool that I am, I had considered it job done downstairs and had left the pencil and paper in the office.  I wasn’t going back downstairs again, however the dream would not go away.   So, I tried something that I have been meaning to do for a while.  I mentally picked up each piece of the dream that I hadn’t recorded, I chose some “string” and I “tied” it to a piece that had been noted and you know what? Crazy as this may sound, it has worked.  The whole dream; the bits that I have noted as well as the bits that I haven’t are still fresh as a daisy in my mind.

Try it.

Am I going to tell you what the dream was about?  NO of course not, don’t be silly.   I am going to save it all and let it bubble away nicely in the darkest corners of my mind and one day I will unleash it all upon an unsuspecting world…