I do dream a lot, often have scary nightmares, but this was one of the oddest dreams I’ve had in a long time.
When I woke up, I knew I had to put it all in a blog post. I made myself stay awake long enough to replay the dream in my head a couple of times so I would remember. And my apologies to Terri Bischoff, the acquiring editor at Midnight Ink, for dragging her into my middle-of-the-night adventure in creative mind wandering.
At least it wasn’t a terrifying nightmare this time, even though the situation was a bit stressful.
Here’s the dream:
I was sitting on a couch watching some kind of live performance at a huge event sponsored by and in the offices of a large, well-known bread-making company. When someone dropped into the open space next to me on the couch, I glanced over to see who it was.
“Terri Bischoff! What are you doing here?”
(I don’t remember her response.)
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Could I get you a snack?”(Never let it be said I’d pass up an opportunity to cozy up to an agent or editor.)
Apparently Terri was indeed hungry, because I took off to find food. I came back in seconds to report that everything was gone except crunchy peanut butter, jelly, and (of course) bread.
“That’s fine,” Terri said. “I like a tiny bit of jelly on the bread and plenty of peanut butter.”
I went to fix the snack and discovered the bread was moldy. After pulling two more loaves from the freezer and discovering both of them also covered with mold, I began to stress out. I charged down to the bread warehouse and demanded fresh bread.
Then I returned to the kitchen…and somehow goofed everything up by getting butter and chocolate syrup mixed into the peanut butter and jelly. I frantically made that mess into a sandwich, and carried it along with a knife, the loaf of bread, jelly jar, and peanut butter jar back to where Terri was still waiting patiently for her snack. I explained about the mistake and asked, “Do you want to try this one or should I make you a new sandwich?”
Terri took the jelly-butter-peanut butter-chocolate combination and said it would be fine. I woke up as she was taking the first bite.
I have so many questions, so few answers. Is the dream a metaphor for what a writer is willing to do to get published? Have I been spending too much time on Facebook, which is the only place I’ve seen Terri in ages? Does Terri even like peanut butter?
Do you have weird dreams like this?