Dreaming In Color & Black and White

Someone asked a question on one of my list serves last weekend and I found it quite interesting. She asked if we dreamt in color or black and white. She also wanted to know our birth year to see if that might have any correlation to the way we dream. He findings we interesting and were much the same as the way my husband and I dream. Actually my husband says he doesn't dream. He dreams, he just doesn't remember them. I on the other hand dream and remember almost every nit picky detail. I dream in color and black and white. Color dreams are usually when my dreams involves things I'm most familiar with where as the black and white dreams usually have something to do with my novels. Though the dreams that involve my novels eventually become color the more familiar I become with my characters and the story.

I asked the same question to some friends and all of them said they dream in color and for the most part remembered little if any details from their dreams. The difference I found was none of them considered them artistic in any way, shape or form. I've always had vivid dreams. I had one as a child that scared the crap out of me and sill does to this day and it's not even that scary. I was sick with a high fever and I dreamt about this big round boulder rolling down a beautiful green hill. I was always in the path of the boulder. I always woke before the boulder hit me until one night I spiked a fever and I had my boulder dream and didn't wake. The boulder hit and smashed me into the hill. I woke up in the hospital, the first question I asked, did a boulder hit me. My parents laughed at me and told me I had a very high fever, rolled out of my bed, hit my head and had a slight concussion. To this day I have no idea what that dream means but it still scares on a certain level.

Usually my dreams are strange and I wake giggling from them like the one I had where everyone in my family was a character out of the Austin Powers movies or The Wizard of Oz or my latest where I was Willy Wonka and the rest of the people in my life were Umpa Lumpa's. I have no clue what they mean but the dreams have inspired and pushed along my current novel Beneath the Surface. Dreams for me are in inspiration no matter if they appear in color or not. I'm a writer and I don't believe in the muse and I write every day whether I am inspired or not, but I never question the inspiration when it appears. I am curious about what my dreams mean, but I'm too lazy to figure it out. I just want to continue to dream.