Dreams as Writing Inspiration

I've been having a lot of dreams lately where I'm wearing whatever I went to bed wearing. This isn't so bad depending on what the dream is about and what I was wearing.

Well, it was quite mild in Ottawa last week and I was feeling over-heated and too constrained, so I stripped down to just a t-shirt.

That night, I dreamed I was on a beach trying to find sea glass and trying not to bend over and show off my assets.

It felt quite awkward and embarrassing!

The strangest thing is that I usually don't see myself in my dreams. I'm usually seeing things from a first-person perspective. This one was in a third-person point of view and that made it extra odd for me.

Anyway, as someone who is occasionally an experiential writer, a similar situation may find its way into a story at some point...

Has a dream you had ever helped you create something in reality?

Note: There will be some changes around here like a return to content that isn't just goal updates. What is making this possible is following my peers and hopping onto the Trello train. I'm really liking how simple yet powerful it is. If you want to check out my goals progress, please go here.

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