tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post4988468599903580780..comments2023-06-01T05:01:20.590-05:00Comments on Divalicious Blog: When Imaginations Go Bad...Kristen Painterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07984459504977637298noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-73251914603691341902007-09-16T17:57:00.000-05:002007-09-16T17:57:00.000-05:00K, and here I thought I was the only one who dream...K, and here I thought I was the only one who dreamed their plots populated by friends and relatives... odd. But the good part is that, many times, if I spend the time before I drop off to sleep thinking about my story and where I have a problem, sometimes I'll dream it, sail right through the stuck spot and wake with an idea for a fix. I don't use them all, but the ideas make my brain work - brainstorming in the dark. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-24545911018372726452007-09-14T11:51:00.000-05:002007-09-14T11:51:00.000-05:00i love dream hussies (call me, louisa!).funny how ...i love dream hussies (call me, louisa!).<BR/><BR/>funny how a significant other is never cast in that role...<BR/><BR/>why do our brains do that?fishdoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13527987050220095489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-11034336308674634882007-09-14T00:30:00.000-05:002007-09-14T00:30:00.000-05:00I used to. These days I suffer insomnia so what li...I used to. These days I suffer insomnia so what little sleep I get is dead tot he world.Babe Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12699902314663057918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-9244050942674091852007-09-13T22:04:00.000-05:002007-09-13T22:04:00.000-05:00Hehehe... }:)Hehehe... }:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-90417351283104565802007-09-13T20:05:00.000-05:002007-09-13T20:05:00.000-05:00yeah, I hear ya. I have dreams about my cats. Last...yeah, I hear ya. I have dreams about my cats. Last night my cat, Julia, (our dominant female) took on a demon living in our firplace and her fur caught on fire. I had to water her down. Very, very strange.<BR/>TeriTJ Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06140694185848604747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-78065485112161397742007-09-13T19:34:00.000-05:002007-09-13T19:34:00.000-05:00Oh! I would NEVER sell your cats on the internet. ...Oh! I would NEVER sell your cats on the internet. Sam gives back rubs. I'd keep them for myself. :):)<BR/><BR/>And as you well know...my writing mind NEVER shuts off. The good news is that sometimes I dream about difficult books in my sleep and wake up with plot holes resolved.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of dreams, you may not lure my kids over to your house to do your laundry. :):) They are my laundry slaves. Muwahahaha <BR/>LLara Santiagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15376461843078640657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-19164834984150610302007-09-13T15:07:00.000-05:002007-09-13T15:07:00.000-05:00Okay, should I start to worry if you have bushy ey...Okay, should I start to worry if you have bushy eyebrow dreams? ;)Maria Geracihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02296473703226019932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-12628887674367939712007-09-13T10:13:00.000-05:002007-09-13T10:13:00.000-05:00So if Louisa was being a dream hussy (no surprise ...So if Louisa was being a dream hussy (no surprise there, really) then I must've been demure and sweet and trying not to embarrass your dad. Right?<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure all is right in your head, K. I've never met your dad. I usually wait until introductions before disrobing.The Girl You Used to Knowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03785178792832979385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-34973543919793429702007-09-13T09:44:00.000-05:002007-09-13T09:44:00.000-05:00I dream all the time, but typically the dreams are...I dream all the time, but typically the dreams are either reflections of my subconscious thoughts or issues I'm dealing with, or sometimes they seem like they make no sense, just to find out later that they were premonition dreams. Those still catch me off guard to this day. But, it's my naps I sometimes take on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon that are the weirdest. It's like I'm in my own parallel universe that is so rich in intricate layers that I wake up wishing I could write like THAT! :-) Unfortunately, the subject matter is so off the wall that no one would believe it even as a fiction novel. LOL! <BR/><BR/>ChristinaThe (Mis)Adventures of a Single City Chickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251831216687175535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-33270360737921770042007-09-13T08:44:00.000-05:002007-09-13T08:44:00.000-05:00I don't remember much of my dreams, but I know my ...I don't remember much of my dreams, but I know my brain is zooming all day - running through endless possibilities for any given situation, having dialogues with itself, day-dreaming up new story ideas. And like jennifer shirk, keeping my body from falling to sleep at night with it's incessant running. <BR/><BR/>If you find a temporary off-switch, let me know.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12073039.post-68661476035012632562007-09-13T08:28:00.000-05:002007-09-13T08:28:00.000-05:00Alas, I don't have that problem. I sleep like the ...Alas, I don't have that problem. I sleep like the dead. But my mind is actively going as I'm falling alseep. Does that count? LOL!Jennifer Shirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16970585847385511795noreply@blogger.com