Dreams

Have you ever had a persistent dream?

It may not come to you every night, week or month.

It may not come to you every year.

But it resurfaces when you need it most -- somehow.

I just woke from that dream. It's a story that's been building and growing in my mind for quite a while. A number of the scenes have been playing themselves out in my dreams over and over for well over a decade, but I didn't understand who all the characters were. It's a tale of growth and challenge and lipstick and murder and glitter. Lots of glitter. Not Mariah Carey glitter. I want my story to be interesting.

On the surface it's not so unusual. People have sex, eat pickles and get their hair did for a special night out at the club. It's a story of normal, everyday fabulous people and a cavalcade of special guest star appearances.

You were there. And you were there, And even you were there.

It's my story of adventure and love.

I'm not sure if my prose is as powerful as the images that my mind conjures up for me, so I think it will work best once it's adapted to the screen. Yeah. I'm dreaming big. But it's....it's...a project. It's an original idea. Or at least I think so.

We've all been told we have a book or story or movie inside of us. I've always believed that...well...at least about me. I just needed to adjust my thinking. Or my mind needed to readjust it for me. I've been trying to write myself into other people's dreams for far too fucking long and even though I just woke up from one - I'm tired and need to get some sleep.

I've got a book to start writing tomorrow.