Dreams, Screenplays and Other Things.....

I have the oddest dreams sometimes. Now that Bill is way out of my time zone, we don't have as many shared dream visits as before his trip over the pond - but once he gets back I hope to pick up where we left off. This is not to say we still don't meet - because we do - however we're lucky to have 30 minutes in the same dream. The rest of my dreamtime I seem to be either in school or on a visit with either Ted, a member of my soul group or a deceased family member.

Last night and the night before, I had dreams that involved jumping on an all white bus and traveling to an underground school. In order to get to the school, my fellow students and I had to descend through the center of an empty, round, holding tank for water or oil - made from cement and having no lid -and then down a ladder. Once below, we were all to embark on all white planes - which plane was determined by the ticket we had in our hands. I hopped on the plane and made it to college (I think - it was an advanced school). Along the large hall that was to be my classroom, there was a bar/pub. A man with a dark complexion (he appeared to be Hindu to me) tried to talk me into having a drink. I declined. He kept pushing (he must of known my love for beer - Guinness to be exact) for me to drink and I kept saying no. He was very pleased that I did not give into the temptation - he said I passed the test. At this point in time - my cat Darin jumped on my head waking me up. This wasn't my first visit to this school - it all felt familar - nor do I think that it will be my last.

I haven't had time to meditate since I arrived home. I keep trying and there are too many distractions. By the time the house is quiet, I'm too tired. I'm always amazed at what I have to get caught up on when I get back home from a trip - no matter what the length. Anyway - I'm going to have to find time, as I get edgy when I do not get my alone time.

What is weighing on my mind today is whether or not to convert the screenplay I wrote about the gypsies and WWII to a book. It's a damn good story - it really is. I've never been so proud of what I have written before this. But to make it a book - I will have to dive in deeper to the subject matter and I had a hard enough time writing the script. I took actual history events (experiments done to gypsies in the Family Camp at Auschwitz/Birkenau by Dr. Mengele) and intertwined them with fiction. I cried and cried - but I also laughed and loved.

Here's a short description of the story: Inspired by true events, a gypsy woman and an SS officer fight to suppress their growing feelings for one another while the love of her life fights to survive Birkenau during World War II.

But I can just feel that it is my calling to write the book as well. I keep putting it off and there will be a point in time when I can no longer do that. Having the book will help to sell the screenplay and people need to be educated on the gypsies in the concentration camps. I'm not a novel writer - I'm a screenwriter. But I will take classes in order to learn how. I teach people not to ignore their inner voice and what am I doing? Ignoring my own. Not very smart.

I'm going to enter the screenplay in a couple of contests to see if it has the merit I feel it does.

Time to sign off for now - I have my "Dead Zone" spec script to keep writing, my column to do and a few more readings.

Take care,
Allie;)