Sometimes a writing breakthrough comes in dreams, I’ve heard, but never experienced it until I woke up this morning. I don’t have time to go into detail, but basically I had the weirdest dream that involved a party at Cheryl Klein’s house (who I’ve never met) and an old friend from Boston who I never talk to anymore. I woke up completely weirded out, but then as I was thinking about it I knew it was the key to how I would write the rest of a story I’ve been working on for a little while now. Different people and different motivations will be involved–meaner people than the utterly nice Cheryl and old friend, who laughed with me at my clumsy mistake in the dream–but it will be a key scene that, changing a few things around, will work nicely.

Anyway, weird dreams: put them to use!