The Return of Dreams

I wanted to write something really special for my Eleventy-First post, something on the order of how I don’t like half of you half as much as you deserve, but I have had neither the wit nor the time to put together something like that.  Actually, I’ve been in a bad place lately. 

A lot of my inspiration comes from dreams.  Not your typical dreams, mind you.  I don’t do much in the normal fashion.  I’m not just a lucid dreamer (someone who is aware that they are dreaming while they are dreaming); I’m the Freddy Krueger of my own dreams – more on this in a minute.  I, however, haven’t been dreaming lately. 

My lack of dreams is something I blame on school.  Classes where I have to read a lot of technical material (I’m a graduate student studying Software Engineering) seem to have a negative impact on the amount of dreaming I do.  For the last two semesters, I haven’t dreamt but maybe one dream that I could remember, and it wasn’t lucid.  However, I dreamt last night.

I can’t quite do what they do in the movie Inception, but I’m pretty close to doing the stuff you see in Nightmare on Elm Street.  It’s not the same every night, but my level of control increases the longer the dream lasts.  I can add monsters at will, introduce plagues that can infect everyone, change the scenery to just about anything, and put danger everywhere.  I can also do nice things, like replay good scenes from my life or fix bad ones, go to places I’ve only seen in pictures of movies, or come up with solutions to my problems or the world’s. 

I start out wherever my subconscious puts me as I’m a Dream-Induced Lucid Dreamer – everything starts as a normal dream, and then I become aware it’s a dream and start to take over.  I don’t have enough control to make an entire city or to have thousands of people like Inception, but five to fifteen is pretty doable.  It seems that when I add too many people or monsters, some of the people or monsters just disappear, and I don’t even notice until I’m reflecting on the dream after I wake up.

This most recent dream, I was on a road trip with my son.  We were on some bizarre route from the New England area to the South, and we were pulling into a restaurant in the mountains.  I was trying to order a burger I had seen on a billboard (which was really a $6 burger from a Carl’s Jr. commercial I just saw) plus some yellow, green, and black bananas (my son is picky about his bananas – some days he wants yellow, rare days he eats green, and some days he likes black).  My alarm woke me up before I really got rolling, but I had started to take control of the dream. 

Since one source of my creativity is my dreams, it was wonderful to see that inspiration and imagination back in my life.  I still don’t have time to write much as I’m a fulltime worker, student, commuter, husband, and father, but I’ll take any reminder of who I was before I started this school program.

About R. Garrett Wilson

I am a member of the Stanislaus World Builders writing group and have participated in the FSFW writing group. I have written one drama that was based on the book of Mark and performed at my church in 2007. My story, Journeyer, is published in Analog Magazine and a novelette, The Bakrra Encounter, in the FSFW 2010 anthology, I Dreamed a Crooked Dream. I also took part in the community novel project, Stanislaus Reads and Writes, and have a chapter in their novel, Ashes in a Teardrop. Beyond writing, I enjoy road trips, photography, woodworking, watching tennis and cycling, and reading.
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One Response to The Return of Dreams

  1. Man, with all you do, I don’t know how you have time to even write this blog post! But fascinating about your dreaming abilities. I am merely an observer in mine.

    Here’s to wishing you many more dreams in the near future!

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