Sometimes I don’t remember my dreams, but I remember some from last night, and they were GREAT!

First, I dreamed a brutal bad guy had me cornered on the top floor of an empty warehouse. No, that’s not the good part. The good part is, I opened a window and flew away. I used to have flying dreams a lot, then I didn’t for a long time, and now I do occasionally. They’re so great! I don’t have wings; I just haul off and fly. It’s so much fun! I’m like Wheeeeeeeee! Sucks to be you, bad guy!

So I Googled “dream interpretation” +flying, and found a site called Dream Moods that tells me the kind of flying I do signifies feeling on top of a situation, equal to anything.

Then I dreamed I was buying stuff, including a lot of sewing notions (I don’t sew) from a flea market but the total was racking up and I had already used some of the stuff. Fortunately–possibly from a combination of flying, fleas and theft–I realized I was The Handsome Monkey King, The Great Sage Equal to Heaven and that I was going to “die” and be reborn as a seamstress. Dream Moods couldn’t interpret that. I checked.

WRITING PROMPT: Pick an object or activity at random, go to a dream interpretation book or site, and see what the interpretation is. Then give a character a dream that ties that interpretation/object/activity to his/her life.

MA