Don't stop
dreaming, otherwise sleep will get awfully boring.
SNARKY RESPONSE:
Actually, I think this one carries its own snark. Starting out all
affirmation-like and then twisting back on you like that? And to show how
synchronistic this post is to other areas of my life, check out my Facebook Author
page (Denise Golinowski/Author) and the pic I shared on Sunday, July 8th.
Has to make you smile.
Don't stop
dreaming, otherwise sleep will get awfully boring.
Dreaming is an
integral part of the sleep experience, even if you don't remember them. Often
you may wish you didn't because the sleeping mind is very different from the
waking mind.
This brings to
mind…dream journals. How do you like that segue?
Show of hands,
who has a dream journal? Okay, you really didn't have to raise your hand. I
can't see you. However, I'm betting a lot of folks have begun one. Beginning
Writers are often advised to keep a notebook and pen by the bed for capturing
those sudden flashes of inspiration. What a handy suggestion. How often have
you had a brilliant idea just as you were drifting into or out of sleep and
promised yourself you'd remember it later only to have it completely evaporate?
No, don't raise your hands.
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| Stack of Shame |
Now, be
completely honest—how many of you actually kept that dream journal for more
than a few weeks? You know—you go out and buy a really nice notebook, something
appropriate for containing such creative concepts. Yeah, and a nice pen,
something that feels nice in your hand and puts a nice solid line on a page.
Then, it's all "wake right up and jot down a note or two" for a few weeks.
Then, you dwindle down to a few mornings a week and then maybe once a week
until your pen rolls off the nightstand and the notebook disappears under your
current "to be read" stack. And I know we ALL have one of those! So,
eventually, you have a collection of pretty notebooks with about a dozen pages
of scribbles in each one.
And, let's face
it, they are scribbles, right? I mean, you're supposed to put pen to
paper as soon as you wake up. Come on! You just woke up! Who has perfect
penmanship right out of a dead sleep? You can barely open your eyes and that
annoying snooze button just won't take its morning beating in silence. And it's
hard to form a coherent sentence, much less succinctly describe that Dali-esque
landscape with the green cows and knitting mice. Besides, all those drooping
trees and melting wax mountains are really disturbing when you commit them to
paper. What did you eat before you went to bed last night?
No, seriously, I
am in awe of the folks who keep a regular journal, no matter the frequency or
intent. To be that diligent and consistent is to be admired. Just someone kick
me if I ever mention wanting to start one myself. Kick me and point out that
stack of notebooks collecting dust beside my nightstand.
