I've had lots of dreams about writing and books lately. In last night's, I was an established author. I met a handsome, dark-haired agent named Nick-something who asked me out and cried when I told him I was married. When I comforted him he started reading my mind, telling me things about my life I kept hidden.
Later in the same dream I had a young man showing me his work. He was clinging to me, looking for approval while showing false confidence, and the other published authors were watching with veiled interest. A quick glance through the manuscript revealed typos, misused words, bad formatting, and just a general mess. I said, "I'm going to be brutally honest with you. You won't thank me now, but you will in a couple of years." I told him that no one would take him seriously with all those mistakes in his book, and he needed to practice grammar and typing, learn the nuts and bolts before submitting anything. The boy put on a brave face, masking pain and tears, and started making excuses for why his manuscript was messy. My peers' veiled interest became veiled approval, and I returned to my seat, knowing I could do no more for the young man.
The other night I dreamed I was living the plot of a book. I got lots of good ideas. Too bad I can't remember any.
My mom had a dream I won an Oscar (presumably for an adaptation of one of my books) and my step-dad dreamed he went to my book signing.
Over the past month fully half of my dreams have had a book/writing/publishing theme. This happened about the same time last year, too. I wonder if it's a seasonal thing. Or maybe the dreams are preparing me for a future of fame. That's what I prefer to believe.