The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rev.” Use “rev” or find a word that contains it. Have fun!
At first, the prompt didn’t prompt me. It REVealed nothing in my psyche in particular, because what I really wanted to REView with you was my dream (my REVerie) from last night.
This dream – holy cow.
It was… Willy Wonka meets school shootings meets Game of Thrones meets Squid Game meets Raid at Entebbe meets… everyone in high school and/or past jobs I didn’t like. Plus a couple I did like – but they died.
The bad guys never die in my dreams. Only the good ones.
REVelational?
I had one psychologist who completely dismissed dreams – somnial synaptic actions that don’t mean anything or tell us anything about ourselves.
I’ve decided he was and is wrong. IrREVocably wrong.
Although, I have to tell you, I hope this particular dream was just some “memory sorting” I wasn’t supposed to be paying attention to, because….
if it DOES REVeal anything about me, It may be REVolting.
Now, at the risk of “filling in” bits of the dream I don’t remember (this happens – Google it), I’m going to try and recall it in order so it’s at least SORT of a story, although it may end up more of a REVue of “The Best of Ben’s Night of Crazy Dreaming”. It seemed like one big story, though, so I’m going to try.
Are you irREVersibly drawn in?
I hope I haven’t oversold.
Actually, you’re going to be mad.
IrREVerently REVolted by my REVocation…
Because now that I’ve set the table, most of the dream has dissipated, and I’m not bringing the meal.
Just bits and pieces left, that probably mean nothing, that probably don’t connect to one another, that probably would just leave you going… “huh”.
So, while apologetic, I’m going to follow the rules of the Stream of Consciousness and stop, because I have nothing left to write.
Sorry.
#SoCS comes from the website of Linda G. Hill.
Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
defying atrophy 