Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Inside the Writer's Dreams

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Writers are notorious for having vivid dreams. We should. We have imaginations the size of record breaking pumpkins. I've heard numerous times of writers/authors who have received entire plots for new books in their dreams. They're not alone. So have I.

But do you really want to delve into the plotting world when it crosses over into dreamland? Really? Let's be truly honest. For every AMAZING plot birthed into our subconscious imagination, there are about twenty not-so-inspiring - Alice In Wonderland-like synopsis that will stay filed away in our memories ... and locked ... with a gigantic key. See, writers dreams amazingness, and we also dream craziness.

May I unlock my secret vault for a moment to prove my point:

Dream #1: Tall, dark, handsome and ... married. I realized my blind date (at church no less) was divorced so I went back on Matchmakers.com to research a new date - all while driving my car. Then I spent the rest of the trip ruminating on how to solve the problem of my own husband ... yeah ... that one's staying in the vault of unused dreams.

Dream #2: When Ted Dekker invaded my brain and in a horrific scene, I was tied to a wooden, straight back chair in a cement room. A lone lightbulb hung from a cord over my head and swung from side to side in a hypnotic movement that told stories of past victims. In the shadows was a male form, no face, just darkness - but the glint of a long knife told me my face was never going to be the same again. WHY? Where on earth? Maybe I should write horror ...

Dream #3: Invasion of the dead girl. Speaking of horror ... how about the dream where my home was haunted by a murdered African-American girl from 1962 during the oppressive years. My heart went out to her - she tried desperately to get to me, begging me for peace and acceptance. I started to dig up my back yard and in finding her body, I unleashed horrific secrets she had not meant for me to discover. Her spirit rejected my ministrations of peace and a haunted war began in my home ... YIKES!

Dream #4: I wore a bikini to work where I was training new hires for the day. They weren't impressed. Trust me, there was nothing to be impressed about ... really.

This is the mind of a writer asleep. A scary, weird, obnoxiously humorous, and sometimes sheer ridiculous place to be.

Have you ever dreamed up a story you wish had been a book . . . or hoped would never become one?


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Professional coffee drinker, Jaime Jo Wright, resides in the hills of Wisconsin. She loves to write spirited turn-of-the-century romance, stained with suspense. Her day job finds her as a Director of Sales & Development. She’s wife to a rock climbing, bow-hunting Pre-K teacher, mom to a coffee-drinking little girl, and a little boy she fondly refers to as her mischievous “Peter Pan”. Jaime completes her persona by being an admitted social media junkie and coffee snob. She is a member of ACFW and has the best writing sisters EVER!

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5 comments:

  1. Oh, girl......I can so relate. First of all, my eyes bugged out reading your dreams. Intense!! I've had "epic" dreams since childhood. Recently, a dream went like this: Sitting on the back row of a stadium-seating style lecture hall, I watched a handsome man giving a lecture on Jane Eyre. He locked eyes with me, paused, and asked me to give my analysis. I stood to speak as all eyes turned in unison to observe me. Terrified, I fainted, rolling down the steep center isle of the room. I came to at the feet of the handsome professor. He was now calling me Jane, wore a period-style coat, and extended a gloved hand to me. I wore a plain grey gown, like Jayne. We'd transported into the story. But instead of being within the written plot, we discussed how we'd get back to the present. Time travel meets Austen. Haha!

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    1. Actually, that sounds interesting Teresa!!

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  2. Jaime, I am so excited that your dream of becoming an author is coming true!!!!

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  3. My dreams are a kaleidoscope of stories and images! I can totally relate! Plot bunnies hop through my dreams like it's Easter morning at the petting zoo! :)

    The haunted house one needs to be a book!

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  4. Jaime you are so funny!
    I can never remember my dreams when I wake up. Maybe that's a good thing?

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