Some Thoughts on My Dreams

Can someone please tell me why I’m so creative in my dreams but I can’t access that power in real life? Last night I saw two musicals in my dream and they were amazing! The lyrics, music, and story flowed so well, it could have been an actual show. In my dream, I didn’t write them, but I must have written them because they were in my head, right? Now I can’t remember anything.

I have had many dreams where I come up with musicals like this, and I am always impressed by their quality. The lyrics rhyme, make sense, and tell a deep and entertaining story. The music is unique and catchy (but obviously not catchy enough, as I can’t recall it in the morning). Maybe I just think they are good in my dream, but in real life they would be laughable. But still, to compose a whole musical in my sleep, even a mediocre one, is pretty cool. Have you ever wished you could see a recorded video of a dream? To experience foggy emotions and details clearly on the big screen? I wish I could watch even a bootleg recording of these musicals!

If dreams are what Freud said they were—manifestations of our subconscious brain—then I must be a genius in my subconscious. If only my pesky conscious mind wouldn’t get in the way, I could be a famous composer and lyricist!