Wrong Way–Do Not Enter
I don’t typically remember my dreams, although I do tend to have quite a few deja vu moments, which I attribute to having dreamt of similar situations or circumstances.
This morning on my way to work, I passed a freeway offramp, and the sign–Wrong Way, Do Not Enter–stoked a memory of a dream the previous night. In my dream, I’d turned onto the offramp and faced several cars coming straight for me.
It wasn’t particularly scary, more like, “oops” and I turned around and straightened myself out, but when I saw the sign today and remembered the dream, I wondered if it might have something to do with my writing career, which has been weighing heavily on my mind lately.
I spoke with my agent a few days ago and we’d discussed a couple rough plans for subbing Hiding to more houses, revisions and subbing plans for Safe. Her ideas were good, and I felt pretty settled when I got off the phone, reassured of her confidence in my writing.
Still, I’ve been writing for five years now, and the uneasy feeling of subbing and waiting, changing, subbing and waiting again has been gnawing at me. I’ve had more than a few what-in-the-hell-am-I-doing moments, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s where this dream stemmed from.
Do your dreams ever relate to your writing? Have any lately you want to share?