These Dreams
I remembered a dream for the first time in months. It even involved writing and when I woke up, I wrote down the idea the dream gave me.
The dream involved me at a convention that seemed to be part arts/craft show, part steampunk, part writer's convention, and all in some upscale hotel that seemed decked out like an antique theater or something. There was a lot of beautiful color and design work and I was trying to find someone I'd met online to get a copy of her book(s).
I found her table - a little round table, like something at a coffee shop, but covered with a gorgeous tapestry fabric print cloth in rich dark colors. Her chair also had the coffee-shop thing going for it as it looked like a wrought iron chair with some dark red or burgandy velvet cushions on the seat and the back. The iron was painted white. She wasn't at her table, obviously, but there was a calligraphy placard which read, "be right back!" She had a display of her books (but not the actual books) on the table as well as a very pretty wicker basket about the size of a dinner plate across, with little folded cards in the basket. I picked up one of the cards - heavy parchment paper and folded off-center, so the back of the card was larger than the front. A small ribbon held the cards closed, attached in some way to the back of the card and to the front of the card with a wax seal. A silhouette of a horse (well, part of a horse, drawn in a sort of 'Chinese-ish' way with very rounded features - see Mulan for a quick example - showed the front shoulder and raised foreleg and most of the head of the horse in very dark grey, with just a white spot and a black spot for the eye). I popped open the card and it was a little biography of the author, in which she talked mostly about the authors who inspired her and she mentioned Tanith Lee with a story I'd never heard of: The Doomed Journey of the Black Dog. I immediately saw (in my dream memory) an image of a dog drawn in kind of a Native American/Cave-Drawing sort of way, with long long legs, facing straight on, again with the silhouette type art in all black with white eyes and black pupils. Instead of ears, the dog had a strange circular thing instead of ears, kind of like a halo but coming out of the dog's head where its ears should've been, with a 'pole' coming out of the center of the arch circle with a small square at the top of it.
I thought, "I remember this book and never reading it, and now I need to find it." Before I could consider that farther, I noticed some women signing their names to a book. As they signed their names, an embossed seal appeared nex to their names, making a kind of a sun design on the page (with the areas they had to sign their names). I knew this was some sort of special writing challenge sign up and I didn't want to put my name down as I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish the challenge. Everyone who did sign the book went through a pair of huge doors (like cathedral doors) and I kind of wanted to see what was behind them but was indecisive about going.
Which if you want to psychoanalyze the dream is pretty much my thoughts on my original writing and never knowing if I'll be able to finish it. So there's that.
But I'm glad to have had a dream I actually remembered for the first time in forever.
The dream involved me at a convention that seemed to be part arts/craft show, part steampunk, part writer's convention, and all in some upscale hotel that seemed decked out like an antique theater or something. There was a lot of beautiful color and design work and I was trying to find someone I'd met online to get a copy of her book(s).
I found her table - a little round table, like something at a coffee shop, but covered with a gorgeous tapestry fabric print cloth in rich dark colors. Her chair also had the coffee-shop thing going for it as it looked like a wrought iron chair with some dark red or burgandy velvet cushions on the seat and the back. The iron was painted white. She wasn't at her table, obviously, but there was a calligraphy placard which read, "be right back!" She had a display of her books (but not the actual books) on the table as well as a very pretty wicker basket about the size of a dinner plate across, with little folded cards in the basket. I picked up one of the cards - heavy parchment paper and folded off-center, so the back of the card was larger than the front. A small ribbon held the cards closed, attached in some way to the back of the card and to the front of the card with a wax seal. A silhouette of a horse (well, part of a horse, drawn in a sort of 'Chinese-ish' way with very rounded features - see Mulan for a quick example - showed the front shoulder and raised foreleg and most of the head of the horse in very dark grey, with just a white spot and a black spot for the eye). I popped open the card and it was a little biography of the author, in which she talked mostly about the authors who inspired her and she mentioned Tanith Lee with a story I'd never heard of: The Doomed Journey of the Black Dog. I immediately saw (in my dream memory) an image of a dog drawn in kind of a Native American/Cave-Drawing sort of way, with long long legs, facing straight on, again with the silhouette type art in all black with white eyes and black pupils. Instead of ears, the dog had a strange circular thing instead of ears, kind of like a halo but coming out of the dog's head where its ears should've been, with a 'pole' coming out of the center of the arch circle with a small square at the top of it.
I thought, "I remember this book and never reading it, and now I need to find it." Before I could consider that farther, I noticed some women signing their names to a book. As they signed their names, an embossed seal appeared nex to their names, making a kind of a sun design on the page (with the areas they had to sign their names). I knew this was some sort of special writing challenge sign up and I didn't want to put my name down as I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish the challenge. Everyone who did sign the book went through a pair of huge doors (like cathedral doors) and I kind of wanted to see what was behind them but was indecisive about going.
Which if you want to psychoanalyze the dream is pretty much my thoughts on my original writing and never knowing if I'll be able to finish it. So there's that.
But I'm glad to have had a dream I actually remembered for the first time in forever.