There are numerous books and people out there who will analyze your dreams and read things into them, but that is not my intent here. While in my younger years I did experience premonitions about people close to me, I no longer look for or see any "hidden meaning" in them. For me they are just nightly entertainment so I don't get bored while I sleep. That is not to say that dreams don't affect me when I wake. There is no denying that dreams have the power to affect our waking moods.
How many of you can remember your dreams after you wake up?
This has happened to me countless times but it wasn't until 1997 that I began to see them in a different light. I had a strange dream--here it is:
I was sitting in the backyard of my parents' home (only it was not the house I grew up in or had ever actually lived in). My sister came around the corner of the house and I rushed up to her. Our eyes met and I asked, "Who told you?" She said, "Mom did but even if she hadn't, I would still have known. We're too close for me not to know." She started to cry and I asked her not to. She snapped back, "How dare you ask me that? What am I supposed to do?"
Later the rest of the family had gathered and we were all sitting around the picnic table beneath a large oak tree (never had one). Everyone was laughing and talking. I turned to my mom (who was actually June Lockhart - that's something else I should see a therapist about) and told her my head hurt and I was going inside to lie down. I stood up and started around the side of the in-ground swimming pool (something else we never had). My head was really hurting. I stopped and turned around and looked at my family. Then everything went black. I could still hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. I opened my eyes and two paramedics were bent over me - a man and a woman. I closed my eyes and heard the woman say, "We lost him." Then everything went silent.
End of dream.
The next day I told this dream to a friend at work. She suggested I write it down. So, I did. It was 60 typed pages when I finished. I gave it to her and she read it, loved it and said, "I want more." "More? That was the end of the dream," I told her. She said, "I don't care. I want more." So, I went back to the typewriter (at that time I didn't have a computer) and tweaked the story. When I was finished it had become my first novel Secrets but more important, I began to see my dreams in a new light, as inspiration.
Over the years I have remembered numerous dreams and have written them down. I'm amazed by the various genres my dreams have taken: family drama, horror, disaster/adventure, even sci-fi.
My experience has made me wonder if other authors have used their dreams for inspiration - so I ask, fellow authors, have you? If so, please share your dream here.