Yesterday I was playing with my workshop for the long traditional story festival (there's still space for a few more participants, if you're interested).
A thought bubbled up in my mind about recurrent daydreams. Does everybody have them? One of mine is about being recognized in a place where I'm out of context. Not recognition like getting an award, but running into somebody from another part of my life.
It happens in real life as well as in my daydreams--once I was in Paris, in the Louvre, and I ran into a woman who lived one floor down from me in the dorm in Vermont. When I lived in Bulgaria, I was surprised to encounter Marie from Belgium, whom I'd known slightly two years earlier. She became (and still is) a very good friend.
I've had this recurring daydream since long before those events, and many times since. I think it's about being seen. I have others, and of course they shift over time. The themes of my daydreams sometimes appear in my stories (no, not all of them!).
Do you have a recurring daydream, or a series of them? Is there a theme?
A thought bubbled up in my mind about recurrent daydreams. Does everybody have them? One of mine is about being recognized in a place where I'm out of context. Not recognition like getting an award, but running into somebody from another part of my life.
It happens in real life as well as in my daydreams--once I was in Paris, in the Louvre, and I ran into a woman who lived one floor down from me in the dorm in Vermont. When I lived in Bulgaria, I was surprised to encounter Marie from Belgium, whom I'd known slightly two years earlier. She became (and still is) a very good friend.
I've had this recurring daydream since long before those events, and many times since. I think it's about being seen. I have others, and of course they shift over time. The themes of my daydreams sometimes appear in my stories (no, not all of them!).
Do you have a recurring daydream, or a series of them? Is there a theme?
2 comments:
This isn't really what you're asking, but I had this recurring dream when I was a kid.
It was really complicated, long, and I had it all the time.
First I could see myself in my bed, but the bed kept getting bigger and bigger, and I stayed the same size.
Then I went into the hallway at our house, and I saw a light on at the end of the hallway. I go in, and my grandmother is there. She asks me for 25 cents.
Further down the hall, giant versions of my dad and his brother are playing basketball in a giant room. When they see me, they yell at me to leave, and I run back to my room.
Haven't had it since I was about 12 though...
Well, there's the one where I'm hired as Executive Director of a nonprofit focused on a performing art of which I'm very fond and the work is challenging and rewarding but I don't have to move to another state because efficiencies of scale and creative talent require that the job be done exactly where I'm living right now.
An the office doubles as a performing venue, so there's no wasted vacancy. In some versions of the daydream, everyone think I'm doing a fantastic job. In others, I get a lot of grief. Either way is okay with me.
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