Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Dream One: I’m part of some kind of covert operation sneaking into orphanages and insane asylums and sanatoriums breaking out the people – kids, mostly – who don’t really belong there or could be better cared for elsewhere.
Dream Two: I’m on a cruise with a) Members of a doomsday cult, and b) Random denizens from Island Park Scout Camp. We’re visiting some red rock place with canyons and a winding river and every time I want to take a picture the cult is in the shot doing doomsday things or the scouts are in the shot singing their stupid songs. I finally get a good shot and the memory card in the camera is full.
Perhaps using your dreams as a gauge in deciding whether or not to pursue that dream to write a novel isn’t a good idea.