Creativity · Writing

A Weird Dream

If you’ve listened to my podcast or read some of my previous posts on here, you’ll know that, to me, dreaming is where some of my ideas come from. I had a weird one last night. I wasn’t in it, but I was witnessing it from a third-person point of view.

Basically, a woman was being interrogated. She was tied to a chair in a dimly lit concrete room. The interrogator kept asking her who she worked for and who she was, but the woman would only answer, “I don’t know.” Being a dream, I knew that she was telling the truth. She really didn’t know who she was, where she was, who she worked for, or what she was doing there.

Finally, the man leaned in close to her face and said in a whisper, “It’s time to dissect your memories.”

Shudder.

I don’t know what that meant and I woke up shortly after that. But man, that was chilling and stuck with me even now, hours later, as I sit here and write this. Obviously, there’s a story here, somewhere, but I have no idea what it is. Is this the beginning? A mid-way point? And yeah, who is this woman and what’s she up to? And who’s this jackass that has her tied to a chair in a bunker? So. Many. Questions.

But you know, that’s part of the fun of writing…having some fragment like this and trying to make sense of it, trying to find the story. Before writing this blog post, I first wrote down what I remembered from the dream. There may have been more, but this was all I remembered. Still, there’s something good here, something sinister, something crazy. That’s right up my alley.

There are still too many unknowns for me to do much with this, but I’ll mull it over for a while. The pieces of the story will fall into place eventually.

Do you ever wake up with fragments like this? If so, what do you do with them? Do they eventually become stories, or just another entry in your dream journal?

I’m going to try and recapture this dream tonight and see if I can get more of it to play out. Wish me luck!

RB

 

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