In My Dreams

Last night, well okay it was this morning, I did something I haven't done in a while. I dreamt a book. And --bonus-- I remembered it!
Perhaps it was because I was dreaming so late into the morning. There's a lot of time for dreaming when you get to sleep in until 10am. (Thanks honey.) Or maybe it's because I kept waking up and repeating the words to myself. (I have this fabulous talent of being able to fall right back to sleep in the morning. No problem.)
When I finally got up I wrote the lines down that I had been crafting in my dream. I even remembered the twist I devised for the end. In my sleepy state I had thought the book was about one thing. I was stoked when I realized I'd come up with the perfect beginning for a book I've been thinking about writing for a long time but hadn't been able to figure out the right way to tell the story.
After having to force my writing for a while now, I feel like I'm finally getting back to my old self and the words are coming to me, even if it is in my dreams.