I have been having a lot of weird dreams lately. I suppose they could be the result of a creative mind trying to make sense of the troubled and uncertain future. But I think it’s more likely the result of drinking a large quart of chocolate milk right before bed.
They do make for interesting dreams though. Sometimes I write them down. I did actually have a dream the other night where I switched bodies with my cartoon raccoon counterpart. That resulted in all kinds of mayhem. I also recently dreamed that I was protecting the city’s widows and war veterans from multitudes of thuggish street gangs. But I didn’t do it alone. Two starters from the San Francisco Giants helped me in my crusade against evil.
Often my dreams are in the forms of narratives, almost as if I am reading a book or watching a movie. Such was the case when I dreamed that the raccoon and I swapped places. Also with the time I dreamt that a plucky redhead was investigating the death and disappearance of her missing husband, only to discover sinister dealings at the cabin, and that nothing was truly what it seemed…
I think my mind dreams in these narrative types of ways so I can take one of these dreams and turn it into a best selling novel or million dollar screenplay if I should feel so inclined. It will probably be that big break I’m looking for. I remember reading once that the original story of “Frankenstein” was all dreamt by the author who first penned the tale. My mind is most definitely trying to follow this method of success. I suppose it’s also entirely possible that my mind does this because I watch a lot of TV at 1 in the morning, but that’s completely beside the point.