Now that Zachary is sleeping through the night, I am finally getting more than 3 hours of sleep at a time. This means that for the first time in nearly 8 months, I’ve started dreaming again. Boy, have I ever! It’s as if eight months of nightly dreams were packed in my brain under extremely high pressure and now that there’s an opening, they are blowing through it. I’m having dozens of dreams a night, most of which I don’t remember. To be honest, it’s rather exhausting. I don’t know how Scott Edelman does it.
There is one recent dream which I do recall at least parts of: I was talking with Stephen King. We were at his house and talking about writing. On a small desk off to the side of his office (which in my dream was very art deco) was an old, old typewriter. I went to look at it and he warned me not to touch it because it was very old. I told him that I, too, have an old typewriter (mine is a Royal Quiet De Luxe much like this one.) King then asked me if I’d built my typewriter. No, I told him, I hadn’t. It turns out he built his (though how it could be very old is only supported by dream logic). And when I took a closer look, I saw that it was made entirely out of old Tyco model-train railroad track pieces.
I am enjoying these nights of uninterrupted sleep, but I must admit that I am looking forward to the pressure in my brain becoming equal with the world outside and the volume and pace of dreaming returning to normal.