Journal entry November 2004
I was restless the other night. The 3rd or4th time I went back to bed it was nearly dawn. I lay down and with my whole heart I asked the great universe to “please give me a clear answer about this book I want to write. Should I write it or will it be a waste of my time and emotion?”
This is what I dreamed:
I was being lead by a single file line of fast running spirits. They were running so fast they looked like smoke. The one spirit that was closest to me was holding my hand, pulling me quickly through streets and parties, through an open field, a forest, over hills and back to a small town. The running spirits never slowed down. The spirit leading me pulled my hand and encouraged me to keep up.
We went flying through a dark alley turning left then right in the growing damp fog. Then, the spirits ahead turned a quick corner and flew through an open door. The spirit leading me rushed passed the door then slammed it in my face.
I stood there for a second, perplexed. Then I banged on the door yelling “Hey! Guys! Let me in!”
The door burst open and a huge snarling green monster jumped out, with Its arms up to look even bigger. It scared me to shivers and tears. Then, the monster suddenly shrank down to the form of the spirit that had been pulling me along. My heart was pounding, I was shaking and out of breath. I yelled with relief “What did you do that for?” He yelled back: “HOW COULD YOU ASK A QUESTION LIKE THAT?”
I woke up, fully aware of the question I had asked before I went to sleep.
I started outlining the first chapter the next day.
