A trip on a train with a group from my Spanish class. I sit on a big chair that glides. Someone I don’t know sits across the aisle. She is asking me questions about what I’m going to see.
“Do you speak Spanish?” she asks.
Her inconsequential questions flood the air between us. I can barely hear her over the clatter of the train and other chatter.
I don’t have adequate answers to her questions.
“I’m just taking a train ride with my classmates,” I answer.
She’s not happy with my answer. The conversation lags.
At some point, I’m in a car. Cecelia is driving and two people are in the back seat. I am talking, she is listening. At times, she looks directly at me with with great interest. She holds her intent gaze for a long moment. She’s taken her eyes off of the road which makes me nervous. Sometimes the road narrows, men are at work and we funnel down to one lane. She seems oblivious to the road condition. I am not oblivious.
The next thing that I know, I’m back on the train again wondering if Cecelia’s car is being transported by rail or if she continued to drive and if we’re going to meet at the next juncture.
Afterthought: This all seems like a trip without a particular destination. And it seems okay to just be traveling without having a terminus.
For a period of time, I kept a dream journal. Sometimes, I noted a question in the journal before bed. When I woke in the morning, while the dream was fresh, I wrote it down and then looked within the surreal images and narrative to see if there was an answer.
Have you ever kept a dream journal?
Dreams can be a launching point for your writing.