Somedays I Wish my Brain had a USB Port…

Ever have those moments where you have an epiphany of creativity, coupled with the inability to write the idea down, promising yourself that you’ll remember it later, only to never think of it again?

Yeah, those moments tend to come around in the middle of the night for me.

It’s always around 3am too, right when my cat gets bored that she’s the only one awake in the apartment, in the whole house really, and demands I awake from my deep slumber to keep her company.

For the life of me, I couldn’t tell you what the wonderful idea was – I know it must have been some sort of residual image or story my mind came up with as I dreamt – it’s rare for me to not have a vivid colorful dream of some sort.

What I can tell you is I was so inspired by this dream, I started plotting a story to follow. Of course, I had to placate the furry brat first, but as I was petting her and letting her drool her happy drool on my face (gross!). It was something that was inspiring and worthy of one – no, TWO Oscars for original screenplay and movie adaptation from a novel. I remember smiling and imagining walking up those hallowed stairs, accepting my award from a beaming Emma Stone ( who seems like a real cool gal if you ask me), and just as I was about to give my speech, see my dad quickly bound up the steps, hug me hard, then go back down to sit with my mom… along with my award.

What? Obviously I’m going to bring them to my first award show.

And what did I do while I was imagining this lovely scene? Did I actually rouse myself to grab my notebook next to my bed and write down this wonderful award-winning story?

NOPE.

I fell asleep petting Spooky.

When I woke up again at 6am, the only thing I remember from this story is the fact that I actually came up with a story.

Faaaaantastic.

I ended up taking faaaar too much time that morning wracking my brain, trying to remember even an ounce of my story.

Not even a crumb was remembered.

These are the days when I think life would be so much easier if I had a USB port somewhere on my head and plug in my phone so I can record everything I can see in my dreams. BOOM, no more forgetting stories or plot lines. Just think of all the stories I could remember and save!

Ah well, such is the daydream for writers.