My dreams take me to the wierdest places—sometimes good, sometimes bad—but there are some of them I just don't want to forget. So good or bad, they go here. My dreams take me on a journey into the farthest parts of my mind. If I can figure out what they mean, maybe I can understand myself a bit better. You are more than welcome to take this journey with me, but don't judge what you read. Remember, it was just a dream.

That said, a lot of these dreams have at least one part of them that would be great in a story. Some of them would make amazing stories all on their own, so I do get a lot of writing inspiration from these pages. Maybe one day you'll read one of my stories and know exactly which dream inspired it!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Canasta with Sheldon

I know, it's been a long time since I've recorded my dreams. It's been a long time since I've had the time to do so. Here's a quick description of a dream I had, that I posted to facebook. Wish I would have typed it up here too!

I just had a dream that I was playing canasta with Sheldon while Penny and Leonard sang Madonna behind us to an invisible crowd.
Oh, and we were each playing with a ball of yarn--mine was brown and Sheldon's was green--and I think they represented our lives, because as we moved we pulled at the yarn. Sometimes it came out easy and sometimes it got tangled.

Loving a Techie Genius Con Artist

In this dream, the techie man I had been so in love with looked and sounded exactly like Alec Steele, the blacksmith. It was pretty amazing....