Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

Subconscious mine

The subconscious mind of a writer … what a piece of work.

I was minding my own business last night – sleeping – when I found myself leaning against a building on a busy street. I was reading a short story in a magazine, a story by a young black man who was all the rage. And to my amazement, I could actually make out some of the words in this dream. Here’s an excerpt:

Then there was the man down at the local watering hole – Nye at the Rye, we called him – who liked to say that things were so bad in this town that, in addition to the booze, he gave out alternate servings of rope and hunger.

I kept running this segment through my mind all night so I’d recall it in the morning. And it only struck me just now as I record it that the hot young black writer … is me.

4 comments on “Subconscious mine

  1. Priscilla
    September 22, 2017

    That’s so cool! I love it when I can remember dreams and try to explore them. Apparently yours are rather poetic, not just weird dreamy stuff.

    • Kevin Brennan
      September 22, 2017

      Yeah, this one was pretty detailed, surprisingly. I usually can’t read things in dreams. But weird stuff has been known to happen … 😉

  2. Audrey Driscoll
    September 22, 2017

    Intriguing, Kevin! I’m impressed you could remember that long enough to write it down. Just about everything I dream vanishes down a psychological drain as I wake up. A while ago I dreamed I was saying something in Norwegian. In my fuzzy memory of the words, they actually sounded like Norwegian (which I don’t know at all in real life). I wish I could remember more.

    • Kevin Brennan
      September 22, 2017

      That’s hilarious, speaking in Norwegian in your dream. I don’t think I’d know what Norwegian even sounds like! Dream on …

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