I cracked the dream code last night. 

I’ve been perplexed recently as to the cause behind a rash of strange, recurring dream themes that seem to focus on the past.  Each dream has a cameo by a former love interest and routinely consists of emotional battles, most of which leave me feeling hurt all over again upon waking.

Why?  Why do these matters of the heart which have long been put to rest keep popping up in my dream states, affecting me in the way that they do?

As I lay in bed last night, drifting off to induced slumber, I suddenly realized the purpose behind these streams of subconsciousness.  My dreams are trying to motivate me, to inspire me.

I’ve seemed to be hanging out at the rest stop located at the half-way mark of writing the book for quite some time.  I knew where I wanted to go, but I was plagued by hesitancy and refused to move forward.  While the book is an overall piece of fiction, it is, in some parts, heavily influenced by true life events.  Events which pertain to heartache and conflict stemming from my life – events which are surprisingly difficult to write about. 

The difficulty lies not in the fear of drumming up old emotions or pain, but more in the sense that I get hung up on remembering those emotions.  How does one write about a person who has wronged them as if they haven’t yet?  How do you convey the almost physical pain that comes with a broken heart, long after you’ve managed to overcome the pain? 

That’s where the dreams come in.

These dreams seem to plunge me right back into the excitement, the infatuation, the love, the hate…all of the facets of romantic conflict that I had trained myself, in waking state, to forget entirely.  I can feel Christopher wanting to be with me in these dreams, and I can feel him throw it all away again.  I can feel helpless.

 These dreams exist to remind me of why I am even writing this book to begin with.

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