I’ve been known for fantastical, out of this world, nonsensical and truly weird dreams. Last night I dreamt I went in for some kind of surgery and came out with tattoos all over my body. Mind you, I have never been nor will I ever be tattooed, but for some reason this thought invaded my dreams last night. Imagine, if you will, a tattooed 75 year old woman. It did wonders for my wrinkles. You couldn’t see one of them.
Do you ever wonder where your dreams come from? Many of mine have turned into plays or short stories. I even revised the White Queen of Narnia to be a three headed queen because I saw it in a dream and it really solved a problem for us. We had just held auditions and there were three girls that fit the part and it was a way of including all of them. We designed a costume that resembled a very large cape and all three of them went into it.
Once I dreamt we adopted a buffalo and brought him home to take the place of our dog. We bought a truck full of Buffalo Chow, made a bed for him in the laundry room and taught him to catch a Frisbee. This turned into a story about just that thing, called “A Home Where the Buffalo Roams.”
I have no idea where these thoughts come from. I certainly am not a visionary nor a prophet, but it would be fun to be able to interpret some of them.
From now on, I better lay low on the after dinner snacks. It might not be a bad idea to get some of these dreams down on paper.