One the assignments for my writing class this week is to bring in a “dream fragment.” Easy for me, as I keep track of those things. Only question now is which one do I bring in that won’t elicit the three-headed monster look.
Just before I woke up this morning, I had a curious dream. With a soundtrack even.
Bob Dylan’s “The Times They A-Changin’ ” was blaring in the background while we ran through a muddy field. We were England, and running to Kings Cross station. I know this, as I was holding a ticket in my hand. Then the field turned into a race track, but still mud lined, and my boots got stuck. There was also another song played on top of the Dylan. But I don’t think it was an actual song, I think they were just words I strung together in my sleep state.
I wish more of my dreams had good soundtracks.
Have any good dream fragments lately?