This Is Why I Woke Up Tired

[mmerriam]

I hardly ever remember my dreams. There are perfectly good reasons for this, which I don't need to go into here. What is important is that I almost never remember my dreams, so when I do, they tend to be weird.

So…

In this dream, I'm on a city bus and the dream is all about Abra Staffin Weibe's (cloudscudding) project, Circus of Brass and Bone. It turns out that Circle of Brass and Bone has become so popular that she has started asking her writer friends to take over bits and pieces of it, under her supervision. So Abra is sitting near the front of the bus, with Jaye Lawrence (wordswoman) as her primary assistant. They are working on the story with laptops, though there are hard copies all over the place (where these are being printing, I have no idea). There are other writers, mostly members of MNSpec, in the background, doing work on the story. Those pages would then get sent around the bus to Eli Effinger-Weintraub (half_double), who was wearing a jaunty top hat and copyediting the manuscripts before they went to the front of the bus for Abra's approval.

As the bus rolled along, it would stop, just like a regular bus stops at different streets, except instead of streets, the driver would call out cities. The people getting on and off the bus seemed to be characters from the story (though I did not recognize any of them), characters that the writers needed at that point. My wife, careswen, is directing characters. At each stop careswen would stand in the door and pick characters to get on and off the bus.

Driver: "Hartford!"
careswen: (pointing out the door) "You, you, you, and you! Get on the bus. The rest of you, I'm sorry, but we don't need you right now. Yes, I know there's an apocalypse going on out there, but we only need these four. Sorry."

Driver: "New York City!"
careswen: (pointing around the bus at characters) "Okay. You two, your stories are wrapped; this is where you get off. Thanks for your efforts!"

Meanwhile, I'm sitting toward the back of the bus, and instead of using a laptop, I am using an old manual typewriter. I'm getting the approved pages from Abra and converting the story into a screenplay, though I'm inexperienced and worried about botching it. Fortunately, I'm being advised by John Heimbuch (mistoffo) and Roy C. Booth, though sometimes John wonders off to the back of the bus to play music with his band, Bad September.

I would type a page of screenplay and pass it back to John and Roy for comments, editing, and possible changes. From time to time, John would laugh manically. When that happened, Abra would stand up and point at John and say, "That! That is what I want to hear!" and then sit back down and consult with Jaye, who always seemed to have her hands full of manuscript pages.

So there you go. Yeah. I'm not sure what to make of it.

Comments

[fiddledragon]

That perhaps you need to remember more dreams and write stories about them? So. Awesome!

[cloudscudding.livejournal.com]

I am extravagantly pleased by this dream. Especially the part with the maniacal laughter, because that is what I want to hear!

[traladeda.livejournal.com]

This is simply the *best* dream ever!

[wordswoman.livejournal.com]

Best dream ever!!

[dmbaird.livejournal.com]

Not to sound like a "me too," but I was also reading the description thinking, "best...dream..ever..." And I've had my share of fun and bizarre dreams. :)

[careswen.livejournal.com]

Awe. Some.

I'm so glad you typed this up for everyone. I knew they'd love it.

[half-double.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHAHAH.

I have no idea how I missed this initially, but it is awesome. I love how everyone in it is completely in character, only moreso.

(Note to self: always wear top hat while editing.)

[careswen.livejournal.com]

I love how everyone in it is completely in character, only moreso.

Yes, exactly!

always wear top hat while editing

Good plan.

And now I think that we should turn this into a short film. We could call it an ad for MnSpec.