I ran across this interesting story about a woman with a dream of sending out one million letters. Take a look, it may inspire you to write one or two yourself.
My wife began using fountain pens years ago, then abandoned them. I’m now cleaning them up and trying out new ones myself.
Cool article about ink history. At least, some ink history. Read the article- learning is fun! ~TH~
I don’t overly concern myself with whether or not we dream in color. Frankly, when I have a disturbing dream, my focus is not on the tint.
Today I completed a poem that describes a (portion of a) dream/nightmare I had last night.
Describing dreams is like attempting to capture smoke with gardening gloves on. You’re constantly convinced that if you could just take off the gloves – victory! Your own dreams haunt you best, because they are yours. If you describe your nightmare as Mickey Mouse chasing you I would assume that you’re Goofy.
Further, I posit that when you dream of people you know, you often dream of a percentage of them. In my case, my wife appeared before me, yet the visceral and emotional effect on my mind was that she was only about 80% my wife – the other 20% being unrecognizable (and scary). Later I recognized others in varying degrees of recognizability [CAUTION: MADE-UP-WORD].
I’m not interested in what dreams “mean” because I have settled into the comfortable belief that dreams are your brains way of shaking five Yahtzee dice in a cup while murmuring, “Thank GOD he’s finally asleep so we can play!” Still, the front end of this dream shook me, and I wanted my poem to shake you too. I hope it does. Mmwa-ha-ha-hah-HA!
typed on the 1958 Royal Aristocrat