A Thing That Sucks, number (n+1) out of (m):
When you're a third of the way into a murder mystery novel that you started reading because you couldn't sleep, at the point where you're getting some idea how the subplots all hang together and are really interested in the next clue, and you shift your position in the bed because your shoulder is getting stiff, and the act of moving wakes you up so you discover that you'd actually been asleep after all, dreaming that you were lying awake reading, and the book you were in the middle of doesn't even $%^@ing exist, and even though it was your own @!$! brain that was making up the story as the dream went along you still have no idea how to get back to it to find out what happened next.
That's one of the things that sucks.
And the fact that it always seems to happen right at in the middle of some suspenseful action by one of the characters that you really want to find out the results of, a) makes it just that little bit more annoying, and b) yes, yes, does in fact mean that this particular (meta-virtual-somno) eit has happened to me more than twice (the most recent being a few minutes ago).
After so much trouble falling asleep, couldn't I have at least dreamt of, say, being asleep? Or at least dream a real book that I can go read in real life later to find out how it ends, or maybe even just have my dreaming unconscious leave the Cliff's Notes for the imaginary novel in some corner of my brain where my waking self can look at them later? Or maybe, just maybe, as a consolation prize, leave enough details lingering to be able to start over from scratch and write the %*^$ing story after waking up?
It's just not fair! [stomp]
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If nothing else, we need some sort of a dream playback device, stat.
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:-D
(Notepad, bedside?)
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Feh.
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A few have stuck with me enough to write short stories out of. The really fun ones, though, are when I fade back in from daydreaming to my keyboard and my fingers are still moving. I once started out to write a simple description of a scene as a writing practise exercise and something entirely different started pouring out onto the page through my fingers without any conscious effort on my part. I was sort of observing and just along for the ~ride. Only fifteen pages into it(!) did I discover that it was a minor character intro Leading Into the description (that I had originally planned on) by riding into the scene ... And it came out Much better than I would have believed possible when I sat down to type.
I've noticed that my dreamscapes are fairly consistent and contiguous, albeit in odd ways. At least one series of dreams were set in a Gigantic theatre (procenium [sp?] arch well over 120 feet high and several hundred feet wide), which turned out to have a roof hatch leading up into a field on the fringes of a farm setting for an entirely different set of dreams.
Notepad or keyboard by the bed can help if you take notes Immediately, before common sense kicks in. If you let consciousness stabilize first, you tend to lose the critical sense of things. Even several words or phrases can be enough to reconstruct from upon occasion. Good luck with it!