The Creative Need invades my Dreams
I went for about four days working on work and such with no time to create my own writing. My dreams suffered. Whenever I don't let my mind play during the day, it plays at night. I get grumpy, downright hormonal and just plain out of sorts. I did all of that this time.
And then last night it really affected my dreams. I had an important dream - I know it was going to mean something, but I couldn't focus on it. In it, I lived in a city of stone houses and stone walkways. Christianity was banned in the world. I went with another friend to this guy's house where there were more people. This guy was a renegade pastor and I know I had a crush on him and he on me. Most of the context was completely lost. All I really got in was our feelings for one another and that his bathroom was messy. LOL
My mind was creativity-deprived. It kept interfering with the dream. I'm supposed to be walking with these people, interacting in the pastor's house. And my mind makes me stop look around and think, "Wow! I created this whole city. This is my world! I made this!" And of course, it wanders into a friend's character from her novel and I have to suffer the terrible aches her character does before the dream ends.
I knew then I better not skip more than a day of writing from now on.
I did have another dream about my mom and me in a tornado. Not a good one, but I made sure to draft it out. It could be turned into a flash piece, if I can pull it off.