I’ve just attended a conference all about lucid dreaming, where I presented a workshop called ‘Wake up your artist! Lucid dreaming as a creative tool’. Fascinating conversations took place on subjects such as whether the ability to visualise goes hand-in-glove with artistic talent, how lucid dreaming can inspire original ideas for plot and characters, and how transforming dream images into art is a way of bringing a dreamlike lucidity into our lives.
Now that the conference is over, I’ve lost my voice – an odd outcome since the whole thing took place online, in literal silence (although it felt very noisy and lively): we had to write if we wanted to be heard. Maybe my voice giving out is a message that I need to be quiet now and look inward, after months of hurtling through the days with ‘to do’ lists as long as my arms and legs put together, due to moving house. Now, warmed by all the lovely dreamtalk, and forced into silence, I have begun to write stream-of-consciousness novel scenes; it’s all spilling out, characters are acquiring names and personalities, and the major events of the novel are jostling up against each other, waiting for me to record them and then work out how the hell they all interconnect.
Here’s a link to the IASD Psiberdreaming conference, which is still open for the next two weeks on a read-only basis.