Well hello again all you lovely people out there in the vast world of cyber space. It is another beautiful day in the neighborhood and I am enjoying the morning sunrise as much as I possibly can right now. I want to talk a little about dreams today. The reason for this strange topic is because I woke this morning to a rather unpleasant dream of failure. Or what I believe to be failure as signified to me in the dream. I really can’t say for sure, so maybe it wasn’t failure but loss. Yet, the impression that I got from the dream left me with a feeling of lacking. Even though I have never been able to interpret my dreams correctly I have to go with what I feel. So is lacking failure or loss? Who knows, I just don’t like the lingering sensation.
So after taking a rather long shower to shake off the depressing feeling of disappointment that was plaguing me, I poured myself a cup of coffee (heavy on the French Vanilla creamer) and sat down to put my thoughts on paper. I always feel better writing in my journal or typing away on my keyboard.
Why was I feeling this way? Hasn’t the majority of the work I have accomplished over the last few years been rewarding? Could it be that I was not giving enough? Unable to find the answers I was looking for, I moved on, deciding to let it go for now and if the feeling presented itself again, attempt to figure it out then. After all, I have a busy life and with four children to get up and ready for school there was no time to dally on feelings. It would have to wait…
I’m at work now, with the kids off to school. Firmly sitting at my desk working a multi-tasking job, I begin to wonder, for the second time in just a few short hours, why I was feeling so strangely this morning. Dreaming is not a new experience for me; in fact, when I was a child I had night terrors. For those of you who know about terrors, my heart goes out to you.
Yet, dreaming can be a wonderful experience as well. I find that some of the best dreams I have ever had were the beginnings of new and adventurous stories. In fact, most of the work in the second book of the Prime Immortal series, Dark Days, comes from a hidden place deep inside me where I bottle up the worst of my thoughts and try to forget that I had them. Now that I have an outlet for them, I can use them freely when needed and they don’t pollute the rest of my mind with their vileness.
Why do people wonder how Stephen King can come up with some of the crazy psycho stories that he writes about, such as Carrie or Pet Cemetery? Makes me wonder what people like Jim Butcher and VC Andrews dream about. Then again, all we need to do is watch the news on a regular basis and you can see where most of the horror stories that we read for entertainment are coming from. Plastered on the front page of a newspaper or running in the evening news, it would be a surprise not to have bad dreams after watching the news.
Anyhow, I am beginning to sound a little bit grumpy and I really need to swing this back around. It doesn’t pay to keep that kind of feeling inside and if you have ever been in that same weather worn, potholed, and broken down road as me, then let me know. I would love to help you out and talk with you about your concerns. Writing is a great way to let out your feelings. No one needs to see it or even read it; but maybe you and your pen and paper become the next big thing. Remember, it only takes one person to hear you and understand what you’re going though. So let’s chat and maybe, just maybe, we will both have beautiful dreams the next time we lay our heads down to rest. So in an attempt to leave on a much happier note, I have found the following quote.
“To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, but to be loved by the one you love is everything.” ~ Unknown
That’s all I have for today. Until we meet again, remember to Read On!!!
HR Phillips
