Big Cat’s favorite dreams are the ones where Human-Mom grows an extra lap so he doesn’t have to fight with his siblings for his favorite seat. Little Cat’s favorite dreams are the ones where he goes on an epic quest. Although he was also partial to that one where he started a restaurant called “Mice and Warm.” Middle Cat just likes to daydream. He’s always been the most optimistic of the three, and so he likes to just lie there and count his blessings as they already are. Of course that’s usually when Human-Mom wakes up because he’s sitting on her forehead.
Cinematography by Erika Grumet
Executive Producer: Rocket
Big Cat: frob
Little Cat: Widget
Description below.
Dreams about Writing
So… the cats have been wondering. Did you always dream of being a writer? Perhaps you write on the side and dream of making it a full-time profession. Perhaps the professional aspect isn’t important to you but you dream of being widely read. Or you dream of touching that one reader’s heart.
Or you just want to keep writing, keep sharing, keep getting better. Nothing says dreams can’t be practical and humble.
Writing about Dreams
How do dreams appear in your work? Do you use them as foreshadowing? As a way to check in with the characters’ mental states? As a way to communicate your own ideas without being too heavy handed?
Or maybe you like to be a bit heavy-handed. Sometimes that symbolism can be pretty simple.
And of course some writing–poetry, in particular–can have a dreamlike quality. So it feels like the writing itself is the dream.
The point is that dreams can be crucial to good writing. We need to know what your character wants. What their heartfelt desire is. Where their mind goes when nobody else is there.
So what is the relationship for you? Between dreams and writing, between writing and dreams?
Description
Two cats sit together on a cushion, a large orange on the left and a small grey on the right. The large orange looks surprised and pleased as he says: “You seem like you’re in a good mood today, Little Cat!” To which the little grey answers: “I had the sweetest dream last night. I was the caretaker at a zoo. And I was really good at it.”
After a breath, the grey continues: “Admittedly, the bird sanctuary… wasn’t much of a sanctuary.”
