On another thread there's been discussion about what levels fiction writers might pick up their stories. So the other night I went to bed sort of grumbling to myself that I'd never had any dreams that would suitable for the basis of writing a story.
That night I had a vivid dream that was so actionless that it was almost like a diorama. I remember the 6--8 characters as being in Edwardian clothes, altho my guidance kept telling me later that it was contemporary.
A woman was lying on a fainting couch and looked distressed. Looking more closely I could see she had alot of blood on her. One man and a woman looked concerned and paced around, seeming to wait for someone, like the doctor had been called. Others were standing about, wondering when this would all be over.
I entered from front (and above?!) and asked why no one was helping her. I had a rubber strap that recently came off my vacuum cleaner in C1, and I tried to use that as a tournequit (sp?) but it kept sliding thru her as though she wasn't real.
When I woke up I thought I'd failed at a retrieval, that she had already died and was just propped up there. I was really aggravated at myself because I haven't done a retrieval for awhile. And when I'd think about the dream I'd get aggravated at the Guidance that insisted it was contemporary times when anyone could see by the costumes it was passed times.
But now I believe I know what it was---
The scene was a set-up provided for me to write my story. The wounds of the woman represented my own wounds, and I was to work thru those by writing out the plot and how it was all resolved.
So now I apologize to my Higher Self for not thanking it for providing such a nice gift. I haven't started writing yet but can't wait to find out who those other people who weren't helping turn out to be!
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