Dreams

The other night I had a great dream that would have made a very good science fiction novel. But I made one crucial mistake: I didn’t write it down.

Usually I write stuff like that down, but that day I had class and so the alarm went off at six twenty (the Devil’s hour in my opinion). So I was tired, annoyed, and in a hurry, and didn’t put pen to paper.

I can remember some elements of the dream, but not the actual plot. It’s driving me crazy, but it serves me right for not writing it down. I know I have to write things down or I forget.

A lot of writer’s get ideas from their dreams. I honestly don’t get that many. If I only wrote the stories I got from my dreams I’d only have written two books. And I’d now be waiting for inspiration. I wouldn’t even be a paranormal romance writer. I’d be a horror writer.

Yep, the only two dreams I’ve had that would be good as a novel have been scary as hell (with the exception of the sci-fi dream I had last night).

But for the most part my dreams are a mass of strange mumbo-jumbo that I can’t even piece together, let alone make a good novel out of.

Question: Have you ever had one of those ‘naked in public’ dreams?

Answer: No, but I have had one where I wasn’t wearing shoes in my high school. It was just after I got in trouble with the vice principal for my high heels being too tall. They were really obsessed with footwear in my school. They even banned flip flops one year.

So, do you get any of your writing ideas from dreams? Have you had a ‘naked in public’ dream, or have you just been without shoes?