Sweet dream

I dreamt I could hear a baby making googoo gaga noises. I couldn't see a baby, but the sound was loud and obviously very close. It sounded happy, chuckling and gurgling away, not at all like the bawls, fretful whines and high pitched repetitions capable of driving one to distraction in supermarket queues.

As I listened, I realised that what I was hearing was an intellect, an imagination, an intelligence. This being was more than a concept grasper, it was a concept maker. It just needed language, tools for the expression of thought, the creation of ideas, and it could learn really fast. I felt happy and humble, because just as it could learn from me, one day it would be able to frame new concepts which I could then learn from it. This being was more than intelligent. It was inspiring and inspired. It wanted to hang around me, but it didn't seem to need a shape. It wanted to curl up under my collar/hair. The idea reminded me of a little bat, because I know bats do that...they'll climb up you with their little wing hooks, and seek somewhere warm to stay. The baby needed thought and ideas as well as warmth and love, as do I. And so I let it stay. The whole baby episode was the most vivid part of the dream.

Then I was playing with a young dog in a garden...he was pursuing a mechanical bat, which bobbed across the lawn. It was all very pleasant until some people (in the dream I labelled them 'my ex's people' but they didn't look anything like his relatives or friends) picked a fight with mine. I went away to do something, and when I came back, they had all gone, leaving cases and bags scattered everywhere. Two thieves appeared. I knew they couldn't be trusted, and leapt up to guard a white bag, saying 'Not the white bag!' But there was too much stuff to guard, and, not only did they take the white bag, they took me prisoner too. They were going to make me sleep in a coffin, but somehow it didn't happen.

I found myself, not asleep, but lazing on a beach, all blue sea and sky, sun shining, with two other women. I looked down to see water and chiffon swirling around my breasts. I felt like a mermaid or a sea creature, something like that. I was warm, safe, comfortable and there was nothing to worry about. It was night, but the sun was shining. When morning came, I knew I had to go and find my friends/brother? so they/he wouldn't worry about me.

So I just walked away, from the blissful sea and the thieves, to an ancient city of winding streets. I walked into a house through the back door. It was a long narrow house full of moslem women. I was in white, they were in black and other colours, they seemed very friendly, and didn't even question me. I just joined them, and they accepted it. We wandered out into the city, quite a modern part of it near the centre,until I was ready to leave them. They were happy for me to be with them, but the elder brother was beginning to ask gentle concerned questions, and I was afraid of being forced to stay. So off I went.

Quick analysis of that, I can certainly pick out the dressings of everyday...bats and coffins, that's my backbrain adding colour from our Vampire game. Cases and bags scattered everywhere, that's a straightforward reflection of the state of the house! The dog, well, that's poor deceased Tyler, probably in my mind because I learnt yesterday that Bridiegirl has dedicated one of her portraits to him. Interesting repetition, thoughts of 'Brother'. Maybe I should contact Littlebro and see how he's doing.

Writing the synopsis.

Well, hmm, could be a lot worse I suppose. As synopses go, it starts strong and raw, and tapers off rather weakly...because I haven't a clue how to end the bloody thing!

I am going to have to wait till the new computer arrives. Not being able to cut and paste is driving me nuts.

But somewhere in there is a concept worth pursuing, or at least, interesting to me. There's no getting round it; I am going to have to write at least 3 and more like 5 chapters of this thing before it will have any shape or flavour.

And where will I find the time or the solitude to do that?

Arse.