Coherent Dreaming

[intertext]

I wake once more, wondering why I should dream an entire, and rather sad, short story about a man named George who wears a matching dark blue shirt and corduroy trousers, his shirt buttoned to the neck with one of those silver metal noose things instead of a tie, making him look like a country-and-western singer. He borrows money from the first-person narrator, who is male, and is a writer, and his name is Charlie, because that's what George called him in my dream. "Charlie my boy" he says "We'll be able to retire to an island paradise with the money I'm going to make you." Charlie watches George deteriorate. His chin gets increasingly grey and stubbly, and his belt becomes pulled more tightly up so that he develops that nerdish look of a waistline above his real waist. He ends up homeless, sleeping on a hotel roof under garbage bags, and I think he's going to jump off in the end.

How strange.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Wow--that's pretty intense and sad. Kind of a death-of-a-salesman sort of story, but we don't know George's profession.

[lidocafe.livejournal.com]

Sometimes writers say they've dreamed the kernel of a story. Perhaps you have done that. I'd definitely read that book.

[intertext.livejournal.com]

I probably wouldn't (read it), and I wouldn't think I would want to write it; that's why it's so strange.

[egretplume.livejournal.com]

I would read and enjoy this short story. I am already assuming that the narrator is wildly successful and wracked by guilt.

[superfoo.livejournal.com]

I LOVE having these types of dreams, albeit they are often intense and sad. I would read the story, definitely. The small details you remember are fantastic.