Enigmatic Dreams - All Of It Is True
I didn't know what I was going to write for NaNoWriMo. I had a couple of vague ideas, but I hadn't pinned anything down and the King Lear paper I have due on Tuesday wasn't helping me focus.
This morning at about 1 AM (the first one) I had an idea in the semi-consciousness of an unrestful sleep. I thought I got up twice to write notes about it, only to discover that I had only manipulated my dreamscape. When I finally forced my eyelids open for real, I stumbled out into the living room, jotted down a note or three, and stumbled back to bed. But I was awake then. After a while of trying to will myself back to sleep, I realized that it was a lost cause.
I was confused when I came out again. The clock said it was just after one and I could have sworn that it was just after one when I came out the first time. (I have only just realized why that is. Heh.) On a whim, I signed on to Skype when I sat down, since I put the headphones on for music. That was serendipitous. I ran into one of my former classmates and we had a chat. However, having done so, I have lost the magic that was my novel idea. My notes seem silly and my half-dreamed idea doesn't sparkle anymore. I suppose that's to be expected.
Meh.
This morning at about 1 AM (the first one) I had an idea in the semi-consciousness of an unrestful sleep. I thought I got up twice to write notes about it, only to discover that I had only manipulated my dreamscape. When I finally forced my eyelids open for real, I stumbled out into the living room, jotted down a note or three, and stumbled back to bed. But I was awake then. After a while of trying to will myself back to sleep, I realized that it was a lost cause.
I was confused when I came out again. The clock said it was just after one and I could have sworn that it was just after one when I came out the first time. (I have only just realized why that is. Heh.) On a whim, I signed on to Skype when I sat down, since I put the headphones on for music. That was serendipitous. I ran into one of my former classmates and we had a chat. However, having done so, I have lost the magic that was my novel idea. My notes seem silly and my half-dreamed idea doesn't sparkle anymore. I suppose that's to be expected.
Meh.