Friday, November 12, 2010


"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream." Shirley Jackson

I can’t speak for larks and katydids, but I hope for their sakes, it is true for them. And I think it must be. How else could a lark sing so beautifully? Or a katydid produce its own uniquely musical sound?

I know it’s true for human beings (some more than others). I’m convinced that our dreams make us more human (in the case of other species, perhaps more lark-like or more katydid-like). Who knows? I do know that my life has been shaped by my dreams. As a kid, most of the trouble I got into was because of something I did (or didn’t do) when my mind was busy living a daydream. I remember overhearing my father say to my mother in absolute frustration, "I think she wakes up in a different world every day." I must have been about ten or eleven at the time and I was not offended, just amazed. I thought, "How does he know?" I realize now what I didn’t know then: that other people wake up in other worlds too. There’s a statue next to our library of a little boy lost in a book. And what is a book but a dream? Next to him, there is a stack of more books. More dreams waiting their turn. Some even come true. I’m getting to live my favorite dream. I write books!

I think the universal need for dreams is the reason books are so essential. Writers share their dreams and confront their fears in the stories they tell; readers recognize their own dreams and fears and, in the process, we come closer to understanding an often insane world–even manage to exist sanely in it.

So – dream on.


Carolyn Hughey said...

Great post, Sandy. I laughed over your father's comment. My mother used to say something similar to me because my mind would go a million miles an hour trying to catch the dream dust buzzing in my head.

Unfortunately, she was offended because I wasn't listening to what she was saying. Of course now that I'm older . . . well, no, that's not true either. I'm still not paying attention. I'm writing new stories in my head all the time.

Thanks for the chuckle!

Kathye Quick said...

I look forward to my drams each night. Some of them have turned into books, ro scenes in a book.

Great post,

Sandy Cody said...

I think all writers are dreamers at our core. Thanks for commenting, Carolyn and Kathye

Beate Boeker said...

Great post, Sandy! What a fun story about you and your father! Loved it.

Sandy Cody said...

Thanks, Beate.

Jane Myers Perrine said...

Thanks, Sadny Beautifully written and so very true. Solmetimes my husband gets upset when I don't answer him--but I didn't hear him. My brain was of dreaming about my story!