Requesting a Patten for a Dream Machine Please
I find it unbelievable, sometimes, that writers are granted the seeds to incredible stories in their dreams. They have these dreams that, just so happens, fall nicely into the genre they write, and are able to piece it together into a great tale.
I am not saying that this never happens. I just don’t think it happens like most of the writers’ claim it does. Or maybe they weren’t “dreaming” in the sense of REM dreaming, but were drunk, high, or medicated. What I really think happens is this: they do have a dream, but can’t actually remember every detail about it; somehow, though, they consciously expand upon the portions they do remember then say it all came to them in a dream.
Here are the last few dreams I had:
I was outside my home with my uncle. An older gentlemen—who my uncle and I both know—approached us. He threw his arms around my uncle, began saying “I’ve always appreciated you.” while crying. It is true that this older man—old enough to be my uncle’s father—does, indeed, make this remark every time he sees him.
I was riding around in a car with my friend. We were listening to music on the radio. Next, I was walking to a secluded cabin in the woods. A female friend of mine was asleep in the back room, but I sat down at a small table in the front room near the front door. I was drinking coffe, I think. Then a mechanical animal came through the front door. It was a robot dog, or cat, I’m not sure which one. The robot warned me that someone was coming for me. Apparently, I was a member of an elite special forces team. A chopper came over the woodland where the cabin was.
Next thing I know is that I’m standing on top of a tall building that is falling apart. My hope to survive is to grab a hold of a rope ladder extending from a chopper above. I do this and the chopper soars away, and I find myself dangling on this rope over a large body of water. There are some other people on the ladder too. They ask me what I did to get captured. I’m confused because I thought I was being rescued, but they inform me that this is the “enemy” chopper. Then the chopper is about to fly over a long bridge that crosses this body of water. So I decided to jump onto the top of a car as the chopper flies over. But I forgot about momentum and I end up falling short of the car’s roof and missing the bridge completely. Instead, I crash into the water on the other side of the bridge where I start sinking deeper, and deeper.
Somehow, though, I managed to survive. In fact, I found myself back in the cabin, but this time in the bedroom. I talked to my female friend, knowing I wanted something romantic to happen between us, but she just wanted to be friends. We hug goodbye and I leave the cabin.
At the end of the dream I am back in my friend’s car. We are listening to music again, and he’s asking me about my relationship with the female friend.
In the first dream not much happened. Actually, absolutely nothing happened. It’s almost like my mind was just replaying a scene that actually could have happened in my day-to-day life. Most of my “dreams” are like this, short and boring. Nothing inspirational here.
The second dream–which I gotta say, really freaked me out after I woke up–was far fetched, random, and disorganized. I rarely have dreams like this unless I’m taking cold medications or suffering from sleep deprivation. I actually told my female friend about this dream—she already knew that I wanted a little romance—and she asked me if I was on drugs. I told her that I didn’t need drugs to think up this sort of stuff, which, I added, may be a bad thing.
Somewhere in this last dream is a story. The drawback, though, is that I don’t write techno-thrillers, even though I’ve thought about it before. Perhaps I should keep this dream logged somewhere so that in the future I might write a story about a young man who is a member of an elite special forces group, but also trying to live a normal life with friends, and trying to convince his really good female friend to give him a chance. Well, when I say it like this it sounds lame, but all rough ideas need some spicing up.
Still, I think it would be nice to have a Dream Machine. It would be this metal, box like instrument with programmable options for selecting what perimeters you want included in your dream. Say you want “Action” and then you can select “Swords and Magic” or “Guns and Technology”, or choose “Romance” with sub-options for “Light Romance” or “Wet Dream”. And hell, if you’re a horror writer who needs inspiration you can put it on “Nightmare Mode”.
There are supposed techniques to manipulate your dreams, like “lucid dreaming”. I’ve even tried some of them before. But I’ve found it difficult to consciously enact these techniques once entering into a dream. My mind takes full control, goes on auto-pilot and sticks me in the cargo hold down below.
Anyways, that’s all for now! Sweet dreams, folks!
