A Writer's Dream

A Writer’s Dream

Read my messy mind.

A bunch of characters were sitting around a table, silently discussing the possible details of how not to get killed off by me, the author of their lives. I recognized Captain America as their leader. Weird, because I am not really into the world of Marvel, but there he sat at the head of the round table, fully suited in all his glorious red, white and blue, wielding his striking shield. It was a vivid image, his bright colors contrasting the rest of the room.

I noticed the cape-wearing Robin Williams look-alike when he started to speak from the top of the wall above everyone. I couldn’t hear, but all heads looked up to him He appeared to be the true leader. There were three or four others at the table, besides Captain America, but they were blurry shades of gray. Listening intently, but not comprised of enough detail to make them clear. I couldn’t see their faces, only forms. No one at the table spoke. He was also lively and dynamic, but not brilliantly colored, as far as I remember.

I’ve always loved Robin Williams as an actor and comedian, and have watched his performances frequently, one of my favorite movies being Dead Poets Society. He’s always been a superhero. I have no idea where Captain America fits in. Any suggestions? “The Devil is in the details.” (That seems an important clue.)

I am convinced most dreams of remembrance have meaning to the dreamer, but the gist of this one alludes me. Maybe this dream has to do with my brain trying to process the intensive reading about writing I’ve been doing the last few days.

The book I’ve been reading is called “How to Write Like a Writer” by Thomas C. Foster. I found the part about including detail to make the story more dynamic, helpful and interesting. I’m guessing that’s where the premise of this dream came from. Am I adding enough detail to this recounting? Too much?

I was only an observer in this dream. I never heard a word spoken, or caught an eye. I may have been invisible, while the characters took center stage, trying quietly to make a point in R.E.M. (Yes, I like REM music, but I’m referring to the dream stage of the sleep cycle - REM did not appear in my dream, although, REO Speedwagon did subsequently, with their song, Keep On Lovin’ You. I wonder if that’s significant? I did just see them in concert last month. Nostalgic.)

I’ve always been front-and-center in my dreams. This is an odd shift. I wonder what it means to feel like an just an observer to this interaction?

Maybe I’m giving it too much thought - I do that, you know, think too much - maybe I should just read some more, or maybe it’s telling me I need more Captain America in my life. I must say, I am entertained and intrigued! I need a nap. And a cookie.

(I have experienced premonitions and explanations through dreams. You? I have a lot of dreams. Most revolve around water, vehicles, death and betrayal. I have found significant meaning in those. Often portrayed as gory and disturbing. This dream is different in it’s “theme” and “feel,” but significant, just the same. I would greatly appreciate any insights related to this matter! Thank you for reading! Feel free to share your crazy dreams below. I’m sure I’m not alone. I'm curious, do you dream in black and white or color? Is there significance to that? My own dreams are in vivid color.)