Are Nights of Strange Dreams Good for Writing?

Driving back to my childhood house.
The front door’s open. The garden’s gate too. It’s a dark blue hour, and the sky is murky deep purple.
Heart sinking, beating like a wounded wild animal, I run everywhere inside and out of the house. I’m calling my kiddo’s name.
Kiddo’s gone. Kiddo’s lost. I have to find my baby. I have to. I will. But please, not at the bottom of the pool. Please. NoNoNo. No. Please.

And I woke up. It was a dream. Just a dream. The worst end to any story, right!? Otherwise the most wonderful one to our worst nightmares!

As you might have suspected, dear fellow writers and readers, no way I was able to fall back asleep after that. Nor was I able to read a little. I settle for the words and see where they would lead me.

As I sat down in front of my laptop friend, I soon realized this dream was one among many other strange ones I had lately. None so awful, thankfully.

It got me thinking about this power within the Dream Worlds. Was it especially good for writers, poets, and artists of all kinds? Does it help or rather feed creativity to have a vivid dreamworld nightlife?

Why We Dream the Dreams We Dream?

If there’s a question frequently asked by pretty much every human on Earth at one point or another during their lifetime, which we wish to be long and prosper, is why do we dream?

Even more frequently: why on Earth did I dreamed about that?

There’s no clear answer, and scientists are still looking for answers, but there is some theories upon wich they tend to agree. By the way, you’ll find the links for my tiny non-exhaustive research down below.

  • Since dreams seem to have an evolutionary function, we dream about weird or scary things to prepare us for real-life threats… and weird situations. Same thing goes for our social skills. In short, our dreams help us become better humans!
    Dreams help us solve problems, consolidate our memory, and regulate our emotions.
  • We might forget our dreams, but our brain doesn’t. Some of those images and strange situations created by our subconscious are stored away somewhere in there. Maybe nearby where our imaginations live?
  • Dreams may mean something in our day-to-day life. Some might even be premonatory… but scientists have yet to explore the interpretation side of dreams.
    When it comes to finding our dreams meaning, it seems wise to be careful about the info we find online or in books. After all, the way we interpret dreams varies from culture to culture, from decade to decade… and from business to business.

Let’s Sleep On It. Really. Let’s Do It!

Among all the scientists, and from a mama who now knows better, there’s one common ground: sleeping is wonderful.

More so: a good night of sleep is A-MA-ZING.

Ask any university student, any new parents, or any person who suffers from insomnia: sleep deprivation is hard.

A few weeks without a good night of sleep has physical effects: intense fatigue (dah!), headaches, attention deficit, memory loss.
It also affects our appetite and our moods. We’re more likely to eat more to compensate for the tiredness. We’re also at risk of feeling depressed or anxious. Even burned out.

Yes of course, on some levels, we all know how sleeping well and, incidentally, dreaming is crucial for our creativity.
Then again, we all try to write a few hundred more words, we all read one more chapter, we all watch a screen before finally going to bed.

Lately, I got back to a good sleeping routine, adapting to the fact that every. single. night. kiddo is crawling in our bed, moving around, spreading all limbs in every direction.
I started to get to bed early.
At first, I was a bit « grrr » about that, thinking I was loosing the few free hours I have in a day to write but, after a few weeks, I really, really feel the difference.

And it shows in the words, in my focus, in the ideas swirling again in my brain.

Feeling great feel goods… Well, it’s not my most clever one, but it’s so true.

May all the good words flow your way, dear fellow writers and readers. Thanks for stopping by.

Until next time!

Sources

Sleep on it Canada – A French version of this article is available on their website.

Ici Explora

Greater Good Magazine

« Mémoires de la forêt T.01 : Les souvenirs de Ferdinand Taupe »: Magnifique histoire, superbe écriture

Mickaël Brun-Arnaud, auteur passionné de manga qui a fondé sa propre librairie en France (quel joli nom d’ailleurs, Le Renard Doré) après des études en psychologie et après avoir travailler une dizaine d’année auprès de patient atteint de la maladie d’Alzheimer, est l’un de mes nouveaux auteurs préférés.

L’histoire superbe, qu’il partage avec poésie, tendresse et délicatesse, avec un sens du rythme indéniable, m’a complètement captivée.

Quel monde magnifique, quels personnages attachants, émouvants, que les illustrations riches, tout en douceurs et en fins détails de l’artiste Sanoe soulignent superbement.

En effet, en effet, je l’avoue, je le confesse: j’ai adoré cette magnifique histoire et j’ai été charmé jusqu’à l’âme par l’écriture et les illustrations de « Les souvenirs de Ferdinand Taupe ».

Les deux autres tomes sont sur le dessus de ma pile de livres à lire. J’attends avec impatience mes prochains jours de congé pour m’y plonger sans interruption.

À bientôt, chers lecteurs.trices !

What Happens in The Void Between The Paragraphs Written Before Dawn

Despite my best efforts to be on the extra-quiet side, the door I was pulling back creaked unexpectedly. I froze.

« Please sleep, please sleep, please sleep… » I murmured.

It didn’t work. The creaking door prompted kiddo out of our grown-ups’ bed.

I gently guide the little one until we reach the bed, still warm underneath the comforter. A little kiss, then one last then woosh, back to dreamland.
Geez, it was long before dawn would even attempt to shine, and kiddo, of course, needed to sleep some more.

I tried to convince myself I heard a faint snore before I got up again and went back to my homework.

Deadline for this online class on romance literature is coming up and I can’t procrastinate anymore… says the mama who played video games for two hours before bed last night.

Moving on.

Since we have relatives staying over for the last bits of the Holidays, and since the writing nook is invaded by laundry to fold, I decided to settle down in the kiddo’s bedroom. I climbed back into the tiny bed, gently woke up the laptop and started typing.

Not a half-an-hour later…

Yep, kiddo paid another visit. « I can’t close my eyes anymore ». It was nearly 4:30am by then.

Again, got kiddo to our grownup bed (I know, this detail was mentioned before but still, I felt sort of an urge to point it out again) – and got back to work.

Then, half an hour later…

It’s not kiddo’s fault. Obviously.
The poor wonderful thing couldn’t fall back asleep, despite all the best efforts put in.
However, by the end of this weird back and forth, I felt a bit frustrated about the whole unfortunate situation.

… my first in a very long writing session was interrupted barely halfway through…

In the middle of the night !!! I woke up in the middle of the night to write in peace at home !!! What more can a writer do !!!

I admit, the good writing vibes took a hit… but not for long. To my great relief!

Later on, I was able to get to work again. Better yet: I wanted to get back to work.

The best part: I was able to share this little writing adventure with you all, dear fellow writers and readers.

Thanks for tagging along.

May all the good words be with you!