Today we have a blog post by Laure Eve, whose debut novel FEARSOME DREAMER is being published this week. This post is all about dreams and the things that inspired her to write FEARSOME DREAMER.
“We like to think we live in daylight, but half the world is always dark, and fantasy, like poetry, speaks the language of the night.” – TTUrsula K. Le Guin
Fantasy, poetry and dreams, for my mind. What speaks the language of the night better than those murky velveteen worlds that you wake up from in the darkness, alone and off-kilter and still half-steeped in what you just left behind?
I love dreams. Even the horrible ones. They always seemed to me to be a way of living more than one life. And for a fantasist like me, that’s a very attractive proposition.
A dream has been the starting point for almost every piece of writing I’ve ever done. The first scene comes from a dream that won’t let go of me. I have to write it down or it’ll echo in my head for days, distracting, distracting. From there it starts spiralling out into a more fully formed story idea. In the case of FEARSOME DREAMER, the first scene I wrote for it was from a dream, and it was the sequence where Rue and White meet, and she walks to him across a dark and cavernous room. The idea of the Castle, as well, was inspired by a recurring dream I’ve had since childhood.
Dream is rich and gorgeous and endlessly inventive. Brains are weird. But we seem to only let them have full license to be weird when we start relinquishing control of them. So let your mind wander, dream and day dream. You never know what might come of it.
Artists who incorporate dream into their work fascinate me. Salvador Dali has long been an obsession of mine for his sometimes startlingly successful attempts to capture dreams into a still image.
And if you want to see a filmmaker led by his dreams, look no further than David Lynch. Twin Peaks’ ‘red room’ dreams stick in people’s minds, in particular – but almost his entire output features dream logic, non-linear narrative and, when you get down to it, really strange stuff that makes no sense. But then that’s the beauty of dream.
As a critic once said of the show, “Plot is irrelevant; moments are everything.” The same could be said of dreams. They don’t tend to make too much narrative sense – instead they leave you with vivid impressions and emotions, strange and languid moments. Those moments can be inspirational gold.
I’ve started a bit of a project, which I’d love for you to contribute to – a repository of dreams, if you will, as a record and a resource more than anything else. It’s called The Dream Collective and I post my dreams, and the dreams of others, when I can. If you have a dream you find interesting and don’t mind sharing it, please send it to me. You can check out some of mine here.