Four a.m. Dream

Kiss of the Muse

This morning, I woke up at the ungodly hour of four. It really shouldn't be a time at all; anything between one and five should be blacked out on the clock. And I sat through three months of 2 am feeding - trust me, I know.

I was woken by a vivid dream. The characters from the book I'm writing got into my head so far that they emerged in the dream, joined by characters I hadn't thought up yet. There was dream technology spinning in the background and an encounter, as well as a insidious vice that made my heart race enough to wake me.

The day was going to be busy. We spend the day on yard work yesterday, so I'm catching up on dishes, laundry, mopping, toilets... all the fun and glamour of a writer who is also a SAHM. With that in mind, I tried to get back to sleep, but my overactive brain would have none of it. 

I had to get up, stump down the stairs, make myself a cup of tea and plunk myself in front of my laptop to write it out. The dream dust that some benevolent fairy had sprinkled over my head gave me a common thread for my manuscript, so I could be able to tie all the parts and chapters together, as well as the characters who lived inside. 

So, thanks a lot for waking me up at 4 am; I'll be drooping after dinner. I just hope I don't cook my sneakers or something equally silly. 

And, thanks a lot for waking me at 4 am! The dream was disturbing and a pain in the ass, really, but it was a gift.