I don’t intend to write about the technical aspect of what dreams are and how they’re caused. What I do wish to discuss is dreams themselves – the visuals, sounds and beauty they portray.
Some people say they never remember their dreams, whilst others claim to always remember theirs. I dwell in the middle. When I wake up, the dream is still vivid in my mind. Details fade throughout the day and in the end I’m left with only a snippet. On rare occasions, I have a dream so vivid, so real that it sticks. It doesn’t waver and instead burns itself into my mind, permanently marking itself.
This happened the other night.
In the dream, I saw through one of my character’s eyes, felt what she felt. I haven’t yet introduced Nurya in writing, but she will make her appearance in the second novel, Mercy of The Forbidden. The dream portrayed a scene between her and Damien, as well as some other minor characters. It almost drowned me, by how real it felt – how it didn’t feel like a dream. All thoughts of my life vanished and only it remained.
By the time I woke up, the scene forced my mind to give in. Yes, the beauty of that scene did not surpass me. It will have its place in the second novel of my series. After living through that and seeing its significance to the story, I can’t not include it. It fits and makes the novel whole. It carries key plot points within it and expresses them in a wonderful way.
I’ve had dreams that inspired stories before, but this was different. This gave me no choice, nor would I deny it even if it had. This dream created inspiration I could only dream about.
Now I can’t wait to make it to that scene.
Are dreams a source of inspiration for you? What do they do for you? Let me know!