I had the most incredible dream last night. So incredible, I'm actually going to write one of those 'dream' blog posts. It was completely fantastical - for a start, I kept jumping characters, but spent most of my time as a shapeshifting girl/super-fierce wolf in love with a shapeshifting boy/super-fierce wolf. And we swam a lot. In a lake the size of an ocean. And had people coming after us because our super-fierce abilities were totally awesome.
And, as usual, it doesn't sound half as amazing as it was when I was actually there. Dreams like that make me want to write. It was such a incredible story while I was living it - thrilling, and full of adventure and romance and random weirdness. It's the kind of thing that makes you think 'you can't beat this, I do not want to wake up!'
Only, of course, when you do wake up and try to think through the dream logically, it doesn't make for a very good story at all. Because very little makes sense. And stories have to make sense, unless you're writing The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and that's already been done, alas.
Such is the annoying thing about dreams-that-can't-be-stories, no matter how badly you want them to be. But one day, blog readers. One day I will have a dream that will be a story.
Do you have dreams you want to be stories? Have you ever made a good story out of a dream? (And if so, what is your secret?!)
Now, I'm off to have a nap...