To be honest, I'm not quite sure what to make of my latest dream. It really could go both ways. For one, to realize putting together an amazing production with a unique cast and crew would be an amazing dream. But, on the other hand, putting all together can be like an insane nightmare.
My first memory had seemed to start out with some sort of concept for a home brew roleplay. I don't remember the details, other than there was some sort of degree system for interactions. This started the basic theme of events, the whole boy meets girl, they go off on an adventure to explore and save the world, and meet all sorts of interesting people along the way. Somehow this started forming a story, that apparently was forming in some sort of play or musical production. There was everything from this funky sax jazz street musician vibe, to even Aretha Franklin, and the impression that, whatever this thing was, it was getting big, and maybe getting away from itself, since there was so much of the actual production yet to be realised.
Somewhere in the dream, it shifted focus to this country singer who was frustrated, trying to get the crowd going. He broke character for a moment. I suppose it revealed him as not 'true country', or something. All I remember is he seemed similar, somewhat a parody of a popular country singer I remember from when I was a kid in the 90's. Somewhere in this sequence, it popped back to me trying to describe, maybe pitch the idea. The people that heard it thought it impressive, pretty wild, but just not up their alley.
If any of this sounds a bit cryptic, well, it is. Unlocking what comes from my dreams is not always easy. If I could remember and draft out half of it before the waking day starts to erase things, I probably could have many books, playwrites, movies, and music to my name by now. What I have on my YouTube channel is still a small selection compared to what's been stirring in my mind, and I still have plenty of old pieces that could use a remaster. At any rate, it's the frustrating thing about creating things. Not only do dreams fade, but time moves on. Soon, I will have to get ready for work. But at least I had enough time to jot down this much, while the dream remained in fairly recent memory.
