Dreams Exists, Somewhere

My friend Ian texted me the other day to say that he had a dream about me that made him laugh so hard he woke up himself and his wife. He had tears streaming down his face and luckily remembered the dream.

It reminded me that recently I found a hand written sheet of paper. I’m not sure when I actually wrote the thing, but I remember I had found and lost it about 5 times since I first wrote it. I have these really vivid dreams from time to time. Most of my dreams are sporadic and I can never remember them, or just little blips of quotes or something. A while back I kept a notebook next to my bed so that I could write down any of the interesting ones. There’s a couple of dream sequences in the first book I wrote, Path, that reflect dreams from that dream notebook.

I stopped keeping that notebook next to my bed a years ago, but had a dream right before I left for the west coast that really still bugs me. I woke from this drea laughing so intensely that tears were streaming down, just like my buddy Ian. The only thing that I could think of is “I can’t wait to tell Kevin that. He’s going to die laughing.” (Kevin is a friend of mine in Seattle.) I thought that I would remember it until the next morning when I could call him, but of course forgot. It irks me that I can’t remember what was so funny and why Kevin would be the one to really appreciate it. I digress

But for a while I was in the habit of writing dreams down and I had found this little half sheet of scrap paper in a notebook and then lost it again. Ian reminded me of my dream about Kevin and that reminded me of this little sheet of paper so I went looking for it and by luck, found it. So here it is exactly like the sheet reads, which I’m not sure if it was written directly after the dream, or later at my old job at QCI (2006?), because it looks like its on QCI scrap paper. (it is actually, I just flipped it over and it’s a purchase order from a school system.) It reads:


Dream –
Blind man who solves serial murder through figuring out palindromes left behind by the killer. He also uses his heightened senses of smell and sound to lead head detectives on trail. He has “inner visions” of what the killer would do by feeling out the landscape of the apartments and areas in which the murders happen. He gets involved at first by being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Figures out a palindrome then starts helping w/ investigations.


Maybe I meant there is a list of palindromes and every fourth or fifth letter or something could be rearranged to give the next clue, but a palindrome just wouldn’t make any sense. Palindrome examples: Neil, a trap! Sid is part alien – Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas – Rats live on no evil star – 58285 – in the dd/mm/yyyy style, the 20th February 2002 (20-02-2002) was palindromic.

The odd thing about dreams is that they exist. I mean, this dream about the detective exists, somewhere in the ethos, roaming around, let loose from my brain. Another story that may never be written (I don’t like to read detective stories so I can’t imagine writing one.) Ian had that dream and what’s odd, thinking back to a few weeks ago, I was thinking that I missed having my friends all around all the time, because of the laughter. We would laugh until we cried daily. It happens so rarely now, laughing until I cry, that I actually had that thought.

Maybe Ian feels the same way and that’s why these dreams exist. As if just thinking about it makes it exist in an alternate universe, sneaking through in bursts, only when your mind is at ease enough to accept it.

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