Photo: Lake Samish Canoe, by Eddie McHughIn this dream, I'm crossing a precipitously high bridge over Lake Samish, Washington.
Yes, I know. Geographically inaccurate. Dreams are like that. Is it one of my threshold dreams? I'll have to wait and see how waking life works out. Then I'll have a better idea.
Where am I trying to get to in these dreams? Always the same destination, I think.
It's the part of me where the good stories reside. Maybe is it even a portal to something that extends beyond me. Either way, it gives me access to fiction, and that's where I'm bound.
Interesting that you mention dreams as being a source of fiction. Upon awakening in the middle of the night, I quickly wrote out the dream, thinking it would make a good short story. Well, it made something...no sense, once the light of day hit those hastily-scribbled notes! LOL!
ReplyDeleteYeah, that dream place is pretty different, all right. But it has its own logic, too...though logic is probably not the right word!
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