I just woke up from an incredibly vivid dream. The emotions in it were so intense, sparking on every inner fear inside me regarding life & death, my relationship, and potential moments of jealousy. It threw them all in my face. It was so intense that I could almost physically feel anything I touched, particularly the warmth of a hand when I held it.
The whole dream held a peaceful sadness to it, and I woke up just before it became uncomfortable. I then laid there, trying to piece together everything that had just manifested, trying not to forget a detail. I was afraid to move in case any bit of jarring took the memory away. I wanted to cry at the sadness over everything I just dreamed. Instead, I grabbed the notebook I keep beside me at all times (or more realistically, one of many I keep all around me), and quickly wrote down everything. When I finished the actual dream, I imagined the missing parts and write those down too. I fought the urge to just sit and have a good cry. And when I was at the end, I had an outline for my next novel laying in front of me in rough, yet beautiful ideas and visions.
It’s hard to know what to do with this now. I’m afraid that if I don’t start writing it immediately I will lose the intensity I am feeling over the story. But I also have a rough draft of a novel I haven’t started the rewrite process on yet that deserves to be in its final version.
Do I dare to immerse myself once again into writing a new novel before the old one is even finished? I think I know the answer to that one.