I went and saw my Granddaughter last night. I even stayed the night sleeping on the couch watching a digital picture frame play a slide show of my extended family. My depression started to come back as I looked at pictures of my Grandson Denver. I've only seen him three times and I feel I'm missing everything. My heart sank as the pictures changed from Denver to a series of flowers. I fell into a deep sleep and began to dream about Cordelia that same night being feed ice cream as she sat in the middle of the table outside on a perfect summer evening. She took turns taking small spoon fulls of ice cream from her mother, father and I.
Then the dream became far removed from reality. Denver, Cordelia and I were alone on rolling storybook hills. My grandchildren were the same age as they are now but both were walking through wild flowers. They both spoke a secret baby language to each other that no one but the two of them knew. Over the hill came a giant robot and the three of us turned into super heroes.
I woke up and began to sketch out the dream.
4 comments:
Robert, that is so cool , don't ever loose your imagination or dreams. your ex
To Jackie
I've been trying to do a 1000 page graphic novel for years and I can't seem to make it work. This silly story about our grandchildren and I seems to just flow. So I'm packing everything else away and putting all my energy into this story book.
So glad you are going to concentrate on this story. It can develop in so many ways - I cant wait to read further instalments. You are lucky getting these dreams to drive the imagination. I tend to wake in the morning and sit up 'daydreaming' in a different way with ideas for paintings ... but I never seem to have time then to develop because Im so involved with something already. I know, I should make notes.
To Joan
As you can tell from this blog I'm very unfocused but this seems right.
My oldest son Mark taught me lucid dreaming and this is where a lot of my fiction comes from. This story I think comes from the emotional state I was in when I fell asleep. I didn't try to control the dream and just let it happened.
I never take enough notes.
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