Dreams – I love them and I have lots of them, but every once in a while there is a dream that makes you stop and wonder.
I had just finished editing a 107,500 word novel. Three weeks of 8 to 12 hour days of editing not to mention 2 1/2 years of writing and editing before I even submitted it to a publisher. As you can imagine, I was tired, but very pleased. I had done my part. I was finished with it for now.
I went to bed that night with a sense of accomplishment. And then I had the dream.
I had this big, white plastic bag. I wasn’t the floppy kind that the wind can blow around but it kept its open shape. It was about 2 1/2 feet wide and six feet long. I was going around collecting all the deletions I had made in the manuscripts and putting them in this bag.
It wasn’t an unpleasant chore, but I had to catch every deleted sentence, paragraph, comma, period, page etc. Some of them were floating in the air, but most of them were in little piles on the ground.
Then I woke up and when I went to the computer my manuscript was missing and in its place was all the deletions that I had just been collecting. I was devastated. It was terrible. I was frantic. And then I woke up for real. It was just a dream. I lay in bed rolling back and forth laughing.
But you know what? After I stopped laughing because I was so happy it was just a dream, I went and checked my computer before I even turned the flame on under he teakettle. There was my manuscript, just the way I left it.
Now, I am not of the opinion that dreams can predict the future, but if my bag of deletions had replaced my manuscript, you can bet your sweat boots, and anything else you have that’s sweet, I would have changed my opinion.
May all your dreams be pleasant and if a bad one sneaks in, it is a liar. Don’t believe it.