It's a Crying Shame

Last night I had trouble going to sleep and staying that way. I know why. I kept thinking about stories I would like to write and book trailers I would like to put together. I thought about how much I enjoy immersing myself in the world of my novel. It occurred to that it really was a crying shame that I don't dream about that world populated by my fictional king and queen and their friends. A crying shame, I say.

I don't know if this will work, but I want to do it anyway for other, better reasons, but maybe if I get back to writing about them I will dream about them too. This begs the question, "Well, did you dream about them when you were writing the novel?" Nope, not much if at all. Hope springs eternal and all that jazz. At any rate, you can expect to start reading "the rest of the story" in bits and pieces here. I will also put them on the An Involuntary King website.

I actually managed a tiny bit of a dream about my Crísliclanians last night by thinking about them as I fell back to sleep... often I realize I have dozed because something I was thinking about no longer made sense. I seem to recall for a moment thinking about the queen in my novel at some task. I know I did not think consciously about that. I do wish that would happen more often.

I wonder... is it possible that the part of the brain that is in charge of creating fiction is not wired directly to the part that squeezes out dreams?

I am having a moment of déja vu with the following question, but even if I have asked this here before, I'll ask. Do you dream about the characters you write about.. or read about?

• "...dreams serve a purpose for the brain, allowing it to make necessary emotional connections among new pieces of information. " How the Brain Turns Reality Into Dreams, from MSNBC.com "Science Mysteries"