I dream often. Well I used to dream more often. When I read them back, some sound like a movie 🙂. Here is one from December 7, 2019.
In this morning’s dream during my second sleep, I went by boat with some other people (who I don’t know) to a dinner party in a stately home in St Vincent.
The hostess was an older lady and when I told her my name, she went for a small magazine which had an article I had written about the Maurice Bishop killing based on a forum I had attended. She had pages marked with stuff she wanted to ask me about. I recall seeing food platters all over the house. There was roast beef for sure.
Hmmmm……wonder if that means I have a future as a writer?
My dream stock just got richer. I dreamt about Marlon James last night. In case you have been under a rock, Marlon James is a Jamaican author who won the Man Booker prize. (Let Google be your friend.)
Turns out that he had been living in Grenada for many years, in an apartment building (a proper one….not like what Grenadians call apartment which is a flat in Jamaican language) near to a good friend of mind. So of course, budding writer that I am, I struck up a conversation with him. He was affable….easily met.
Marlon James (source: Global Voices)
His locks were longer than they are in real life. Â I told him I didn’t like them. He eventually gave me a key to his apartment and said he was going away. When I thought he had left, I went in to do stuff for him and saw a ton of locks in the kitchen garbage bin. I smiled. Someone valued my opinion.
I then went next door to my friend’s apartment and there he was, having just sat down for a cup of coffee. At the empty place setting, there was a cup for me too. Sweet!
We got to talking eventually about the writing that I do (not much :() and he said he would help me. Yay! There’s the pot of gold that I wished for when I saw the rainbow yesterday.
I confessed to him that I had looked at snippets of AÂ Brief History of Seven Killings and that I would not be able to manage that, but that I intend to read the others one day. In real life, part of my #50To50 list includes reading more.
There needs to be some system where during dreams, it video tapes the fascinating events one’s subconscious is churning out. Of course, some of the footage would have to be deleted :). But in general, I have excitement when I close my eyes.
Part 2 of my dream had me ended up in a toasty warm cottage in Sweden about 1 hour from Stockholm. That’s another story.
