Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Cool Dream

Last night I had the coolest dream.  It was like I was in a ghost story, not a scary one, but an intriguing one none the less.  The funny part is at the end, Tom hanks was in it, and he played an important character.  Wow, it was so vivid, and so cool.  I woke up and kept saying get up and write to myself.  Well, I didn't listen to myself and there are holes now in my story, but I have written everything I remember and I think it is going to make a really good story.  When I am done writing and editing and perfecting it I will share it, or a little bit of it anyway, with you.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Reflections






I've been having some really wacked out dreams lately. They are so extremely vivid, and they are the kind that are branded into your memory, giving me no choice but to ponder what they are trying to say.

Over the summer I have been doing nothing but work, sleep, and search for that job that every college graduate went to college for in the first place, as well as that job that is a definate upgrade from the one I have now but is not exactly "the one."

Well, my dreams have been telling me, some of them yelling at me, that I am doing it all wrong. In every dream I've had I see myself pondering out loud about my education and how my job search is going in the wrong direction. My dream self keeps saying in each dream that I should be writing, and that I have been moving further and further away from what I was born to do. I keep seeing myself surrounded by people that I have known throughout my life, and others that I don't know at all, and I keep explaining to all them that to do what I have always dreamed of doing I don't even need a college education for, and I ask them all why I haven't been writing. I go on further to tell them that I have always had the potential and ability to write and that I keep putting off what I should have been doing all along. Over and over, the same thing every night. The jist is is that my inner self is pleading me to write and I really have not been doing this.

Why? I don't know, but just maybe...

Fear of failure. Fear of being without income. Fear of success.