tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post3653747049511546172..comments2023-10-31T11:37:50.028-04:00Comments on on life & other inconveniences: Where No Logic PrevailsSandra Ruttanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-38665859418820129612007-05-02T17:12:00.000-04:002007-05-02T17:12:00.000-04:00I dreamt I cut off my ear the other night. Delusio...I dreamt I cut off my ear the other night. Delusions of grandeur perhaps? <BR/><BR/>There were a few years when I had friction with my sister and whenever I dreamt about her there was death and murder and blood. Which is very symbolic of her general aura. <BR/><BR/>Sometimes these sort of dreams are purging. By letting your subconcious deal with and process certain emotions you can acknoweledge them and let them go. But sometimes they're just yucky dreams with things you don't want in your head. <BR/><BR/>My favourite dream ever was a three-some with aliens that had tentacles they'd use to do interesting things. Now that's a dream I'd like to repeat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-68764060215013595122007-05-01T14:26:00.000-04:002007-05-01T14:26:00.000-04:00"We are skilled dreamers, basically. But sometimes..."We are skilled dreamers, basically. But sometimes those dreams are nightmares."<BR/><BR/>That's the truth. And it can seem so silly to be upset by what you're writing, but some days, it gets to me!Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-69234863843661665962007-05-01T14:06:00.000-04:002007-05-01T14:06:00.000-04:00A bad dream about Hamburglar can only be a good th...A bad dream about Hamburglar can only be a good thing;}#<BR/><BR/>I quite often find myself suddenly faced with a heavy emotional hit when I think 'what if...?' and you can put in all manner of scenarios after that. Sometimes they're sparked by dreams, sometimes just my mind wandering, but always the emotion is very, very real. <BR/><BR/>I think it's part of the skill of being a writer (or an actor to much the same extent) to be able to really visualise the full ramifications of possible events - be they good or bad. We are skilled dreamers, basically. But sometimes those dreams are nightmares.<BR/><BR/>And I know all about the not talking about something in case is does/doesn't happen. Extend this logic a little further and you'll begin to understand why half of my work has never been submitted anywhere. I went through a very bad patch a few years ago where I was really just writing for myself. When I finished a novel I'd launch right into the next one - far easier that than face up to the morass of irrational fears and superstitions that go with letting your baby out in public.JamesOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09332376784689207703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-31256745159108429942007-05-01T13:37:00.000-04:002007-05-01T13:37:00.000-04:00It's really horrid what we do to ourselves, isn't ...It's really horrid what we do to ourselves, isn't it Trace?Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-55157128987672072522007-05-01T13:15:00.000-04:002007-05-01T13:15:00.000-04:00I'm the queen of irrational fears and worst case s...I'm the queen of irrational fears and worst case scenario ruminations. I can relate :)Tracy Sharp - Author of the Leah Ryan Serieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12239533451929739327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-12192690529639012642007-05-01T12:43:00.000-04:002007-05-01T12:43:00.000-04:00Christa, what an awful dream.When I was a child I ...Christa, what an awful dream.<BR/><BR/>When I was a child I had a recurring nightmare about Hamburglar. That stayed with me.<BR/><BR/>Norby, I can't imagine a semester long class of that. I had classes on writing obituaries. That was enough!Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-86371408909400574712007-05-01T10:09:00.000-04:002007-05-01T10:09:00.000-04:00The college I graduated from had this class called...The college I graduated from had this class called Death & Dying. That's right, a whole semester about Kubler Ross' steps. Everyone said it was a great class. Even if my grandfather and a great uncle hadn't died right before I came to college. Even if my aunt hadn't died while I was in college-no way. No freakin' way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-69461323639948039012007-05-01T08:55:00.000-04:002007-05-01T08:55:00.000-04:00Ugh, I'm sorry. I still remember the incredibly vi...Ugh, I'm sorry. I still remember the incredibly vivid dream I had about my father trying to murder my infant son by leaving him in a hot car. We were having some problems at the time... obviously my brain chose an altogether warped way of dealing with the stress.<BR/><BR/>And I think you're right about self-protection. Rain Dog and I only fight after a stressful time, never during.Christa M. Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14384508556022159789noreply@blogger.com