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Nov. 25th, 2008 10:26 amThe advantage of illness is interesting dreams.
The last of my dream-series that I woke up with the morning, contained a whole bunch of new shorthands. It was as if I was experiencing a story using Richard's inimitable worldview. I know it was Richard's, because my mind had made a note of Richard Harland and even pinpointed the character that stretches and changes the boundaries of everyone's universes as the Richard Harland character. It was a transformative tale, because I had a set of artefacts (carved white quartz, inlaid with all sorts of wonders) that I interpreted to the evil-doer. I had lifted codes from movies and books and everywhere and was basically telling myself the feelings of the story, with all sorts of symbols handling the burden of narration. If I write it down, it will read badly, but it was interesting to experience.
I emerged to a not-well day and am rethinking all the stuff I have to do (how much can be postponed and for how long) but I shan't postpone writing fiction. I don't know where my dreams will take me next if I don't write. Maybe into a Cordwainer Smith universe with a Kurt Vonnegut style of narrative?
The last of my dream-series that I woke up with the morning, contained a whole bunch of new shorthands. It was as if I was experiencing a story using Richard's inimitable worldview. I know it was Richard's, because my mind had made a note of Richard Harland and even pinpointed the character that stretches and changes the boundaries of everyone's universes as the Richard Harland character. It was a transformative tale, because I had a set of artefacts (carved white quartz, inlaid with all sorts of wonders) that I interpreted to the evil-doer. I had lifted codes from movies and books and everywhere and was basically telling myself the feelings of the story, with all sorts of symbols handling the burden of narration. If I write it down, it will read badly, but it was interesting to experience.
I emerged to a not-well day and am rethinking all the stuff I have to do (how much can be postponed and for how long) but I shan't postpone writing fiction. I don't know where my dreams will take me next if I don't write. Maybe into a Cordwainer Smith universe with a Kurt Vonnegut style of narrative?