It has been said that there are two Dream scenarios, the dream of being awake in the Real world and the other form of dream when you are asleep. This dream that I had made me think about the difficulty of distinguishing sleep dreaming from wakefulness, fantasy from reality. I also remembered what Freud said:
“All dreams are wish fulfillment.”
It was hot and humid that night, my window was open wide to catch any wandering breeze. I only had a thin sheet over my body when I fell asleep…
I was in a forest, the trees were tall and close together. Their branches seemed like arms swaying in the wind and the lower ones would swing down and almost grab me. I started walking fast, the leaves were crunching and the soil was damp under my bare feet.
The whispering wind seemed to be talking to me.
“Writer Dave, oh Writer Dave, why isn’t your novel a best-seller?”
I was turning around and around trying to hear where the voice was coming from. I got so dizzy that I fell on the ground looking up at the stars.
My recent novel, “The Becoming”, came to mind. Fifty copies had been sold but now it seemed like it stopped selling. I had thought the novel was my best work up to now. But now, I was frustrated with the low results.
I closed my eyes, and then a woman’s voice came from behind me.
“Hello, Writer Dave.”
I open my eyes and there was a beautiful woman standing over me! She wore a gossamer dress that rippled in the breeze. Her hair was long and golden, falling over her chest. Her face was milky white, her eyes emerald green and her lips crimson.
This woman was gorgeous, like a goddess brought to life. Her eyes were sparkling like the stars in the night sky.
“Who are you?” I mumbled.
“Don’t you know me? I’m Mary, your publisher.”
I only met my publisher once and I didn’t remember her quite like this.
“What do you want?’
“I’m here to give you some tips on best-selling fiction.”
She then sat down next to me and put my head gently in her lap. Her slender fingers were caressing my temple. She continued:
“To have a best-seller you need clarity and focus on a single idea. You need the novel to bring an issue into clear view.”
“But Mary, my novel does that, I tell the reader that they are “becoming” every day of their life.”
Her fingers circled my lips.
“Relax Dave, I’m just stating the facts. You need writing that provokes, writing to make people think and act.”
“Again Mary, “The Becoming”’ was supposed to provoke my readers to think about change and their “becoming.”
Mary smiled and continued:
“Did you have a fast pace and excitement in your writing?’
“Yes, I did. I tried to inject enthusiasm into my readers.”
“Well, Writer Dave, if you did all that, you should have a best-seller.”
I told Mary, my girlfriend wouldn’t even consider marrying me if my novel wasn’t a hit.
“Dave, she’s not worth worrying about. She just wants money and fame to bask in.”
I thought about that as an owl whizzed past my head.
Then as fast as Mary appeared she was gone.
One of the trees started moving toward me. It was a giant in the form of a tree. Can you imagine, foliage for a head, branches for arms and roots for legs?
“Is that you, Writer Dave?” he said in a booming voice.
“Who are you?” I stuttered.
“I’m your public, your readers.”
“What do you want?”
“Your public want to know: Why should they buy your novel?”
Many voices were yelling this sentence, over and over. It frightened me!
“Why should we buy your novel? Why should we buy your novel?”
Then, after a few minutes, things quieted down.
“Hello, Writer Dave.” It was an angelic voice coming from somewhere.
The next thing I knew a beautiful woman with wings and flowers in her hair and a long flowing white robe was sitting in the tree above me.
“I’m Blossom, your fairy, but I warn you I’m mischievous.”
“Can you help me get a best-selling novel?”
“I’m in possession of a magic potion that might help. I was going to give the potion to your public giant, which would make people love your novel and buy it in great amounts. But I thought I’d have some fun first. So I gave some to Mary, your publisher.”
“So that’s why she was so loving toward me.”
“I’m sorry, Dave, but I told you I was mischievous. I will, now, give some to your public giant.”
A mist came rolling in and I found myself back with my head in Mary’s lap!
“Dave, I’m here to tell you that your novel has sold over one thousand copies in the last month. You’re on the way to becoming a best-selling novelist.”
I woke up in a cold sweat. A voice in my head whispered:
“What is dreamed may prove REAL and what seems REAL may be just a dream.”
Also published on Medium.
If you can believe it, you can achieve it. Maybe?
Dreams keep us going. As long as we believe things can happen.
1st thoughts on waking also significant ! eg recently :
Hope D is ok…having his op abt now …
Hope C is OK…moving the length of the country …quite an undertaking for an M S sufferer !
I dread going to sleep…I have some of the most crazy dreams…perhaps I should stop eating cheese before bed?