The night before last I dreamed–or is it dreamt– that I had written the perfect novel. Actually, the dream was about the parts and the process of my novel coming together — the outline, the plot, characterization, the dialog. And there was a good balance between showing and telling. Even the title was perfect.
Though I was aware that I was dreaming, I was so excited that at last I was finally out of the rut I’d written myself into. I kept telling myself that I needed to remember all this so I could write it down when I woke up. Unfortunately, I didn’t remember any of the details except my heroine’s face. But I did remember the feeling of excitement that my novel had finally come together and the sense of accomplishment that it was finally finished.
I started thinking about the role that dreams have played in my writing. There was a time in my life when I had strange dreams. I tried to turn several of these into short stories of the speculative fiction type. Note that I used the word “tried”. My attempts to do this were not successful. The dreams were much more interesting–to me–than the short stories.
Has anyone been able to dream fiction successfully?