I Had a Dream
The history of geniusand let's face it, a geniusis and storied one. beloved stories of divine revelation: , plots, concepts, and music that came genius or another in his dreams. you, geniuses have a deep, underground, of thought , so deep, in fact, that our subconscious ever dare to plumb its murky, depths. "In our dreams the fetters of civilizations ," wrote Ellis, was no slouch himself.
Paul , a genius a genius-genius, claimed that the song "Yesterday" came to him dream. Handel, was a genius-genius, the last movement of his Messiah arrived a dream, and Wagner, a genius-genius, dreamt the opera and Isolde. Stevenson (genius), (crazy genius), Charlotte BrontA' (genius) and D.H. Lawrence (genius-genius) all claimed that dreams the inspiration work. (genius-genius) he was by his dreams, as was Taylor Coleridgethe story goes that he dreamt the "Kubla Khan," up it down, and was interrupted by a the door. he transcribing it, gone. The remained unfinished.
Two years , roughly speaking, I had a dream.
I was at a book festivalsomewhere , like Paris or The Festivalin this dream, was behind table, my books. I recognized the covers of my previous books, were stacked on the table of , there was a book propped up whose seeit was my next book, the one I hadn't written . thick and black, and it looked serious. Eight hundred pages, at leastit had to be . A pound and a genius. Maybe two.
It was lucid dream, of dream aware dreaming, Actual Dream , , "What title? the title?" I had been my the time, what or go. approached the table, and he picked up the book"Is this your book?" he asked; "Yes, yes," I said, reaching for itand he it to , took hold of the book and turned it over and there it was: the title.
The title of my next book.
It was one.
A really one.
Actual forced myself to awake, fumbled dark for a pen and piece of paper, and scribbled it down.
It was .
It was genius.
It had to be.