Eureka Is Wasted In The Early Hours…

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It’s usually a full bladder that wakes me in the early hours, but last night was different. Last night I was woken by a dream.

The dream was not a bad one, not a nightmare of escape when the ground one walks on turns to sludge, and the legs one depends upon become limp nothings. The dream that I had was a writer’s answer. It was a plot conceit, a narrative that connected both beginning and end. I was pleased and swore to remember my epiphany for the morning.

I visited the loo to quell my bladder’s urgings and on the way back into bed, sneaking as quietly as any mouse could ever sneak, my wife woke and walked in darkness to the same destination that had summoned me moments before. On returning to bed, she whispered in sleep-drugged words that she dreamt that she was pregnant.

It took me over an hour to find my way back into my slumber. The birds were already trumpeting the arrival of a new day, but eventually I fell back into that Dead Sea-float of oblivion.

When morning, the morning with the mugs of tea, the showers, and the dull threat of work arrived, my dream was gone.

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No mater how hard I have tried, it refuses to be revived…

But let’s see. 

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mike2all

This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

8 thoughts on “Eureka Is Wasted In The Early Hours…”

  1. Turning to the Dream Bible I find this under *pregnant* –

     A period of gestation of ideas or plans. A development phase that is sensitive. Carrying within you new life that may be in the form of a book, project, or new lifestyle

    So, it would appear that your new story idea was transferred to your wife.

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