dreams
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Yesterday, I gifted myself with a membership to the Art Institute of Chicago, one of my most favorite places in the world. It was surprisingly affordable, and I intend to take advantage of the membership on most of my days off from work. Like today. Shortly, I’ll be bundling up against the cold and making…
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It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these posts; it’s just been a while since I’ve had a dream vivid enough to want to write about it to save it for use later on. The only thing I can say really inspired this is fairly random; I’m working on organizing my room, which…
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Sometimes, when I have a vivid story-like dream that I can remember in the morning when I wake up enough to be able to mention it here on this blog and utilize later for a piece of fiction, I can take pretty good guesses at why my brain might be in the space that created…
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It’s been a while since I’ve woken up to remember a dream that could be turned into a story; last night, I finally had a few, but there was only one, the last one before I woke, that really stuck with me and could be interesting to try to develop more. I find it interesting…
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Sometimes I’m absolutely fascinated by the direction my dreams take, especially when they’re inspired by something as simple as the fact that the last thing I saw on television before turning in for the night was the commercial for the new Arthur remake. I haven’t really seen even the first one, though it was a…
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I can’t help wondering if working on this blog and keeping my imagination charged and excited about writing as it tends to do is what’s leading me to remember my dreams better and to, in general, have such vivid dreams in the first place. Last night, there was one dream, but it felt like two,…
L.S. Engler 