Sunday, September 18, 2005


Many people, writers especially, wake up and write their dreams down in the hope that it will make some sort of sense. I remember the last time I did that before this morning. Let me see if I can find the notes....


storm trashes bank robbery
motorcycle getaway to car to motorcycles
get loot in lakeside stairs, found
marathon swim to escape
get to ? then hide in big old armoire

Uh huh. I'm sure it made sense at the time.

This morning, I woke at the end of a perfect dream. It was perfect in the sense that it was a well-crafted thriller about friends gone wrong, kidnapping, and family. I dreamed it like I was watching the movie, and as it ended with a heart-rending plot point, I woke up.

I'm not sure if all the structure is there, if I just dreamed Act I or a synopsis of the whole thing, but I'll tell you what: it was one hell of a movie. And I've got it down on two pages of notes. Although I'm not convinced that the villain should dress in Edwardian top hat and miniature cape, or use a rifle-cane and a giant slingshot to fling himself onto the forest on top of the church.

But those are just quibbles.


Blogger Scott the Reader said...

Whatever happened with the mouse?

September 19, 2005 1:07 AM  

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