CRAZY dreams...

[Sharp_Kid]

I find the best way to draw inspiration from my subconcius is to do that writing without thinking thing.
You just put pen to paper and write without thinking about what it is you're actually writing.
Out of three or four sides of A4 I usually get about half a side of useful stuff. A little nip and tuck here and there and I end up with some decent lyrics.

[thespitfiredragon]

HollyElise...sometimes I wish I could paint, but I'm not artistic in that way at all! I can see what I want perfectly in my head but once it hits that canvas it's a disgrace! That's a cool idea...painting your dreams.

Sharp_Kid...that "write without thinking about it" thing just does not work for me. I don't know why but I can't do it. I just sit there and think about NOT thinking about what to write. In the end it always turns out lame.

Last night I dreamed that there were groups of people on both sides of the street shooting machine guns at me while I walked down the street. Though it was statisically impossible I didn't get hit with a single one. Now, if I was to self-analyze myself based on this dream I'd probably say that it suggests that I think I'm "bulletproof". But I don't, so, so much for that.

[EnglishRose]

I used to wake in tears often as a child, usually from dreams involving the removal of my parents by some force or other. Odd really, considering they are both still alive, still together and we are very close. I can't quite remember what age I was then these dreams occured, but they might have started after my sister was born, which would make sense...

I do sometimes wake in tears now too, although I can't usually remember the cause. What I do know, however, is that I feel sad all that day as though in mourning for something.

Very strange..

[thespitfiredragon]

EnglishRose...when I was younger a large portion of my dreams would involve me rubbing shoulders with all my teen idols: Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Hanson, etc. But sadly, while these had potential to be pretty great experiences (as far as dreams go) they never seemed to turn out well. Whenever these people would be hanging out with me I would unwittingly lead us all into some disaster or another which would result in the gruesome horrible death of at least one or more of my hearthrobs.

Now I guess you could say that I've moved on...I now unwittingly lead friends, family members, pets, and total strangers to their gruesome horrible deaths in my dreams.

Having weird dreams like that isn't what anyone would expect from me...I'm a straight-laced, bubbly, Sunday school teacher...