My life has been a dream. If someone had to write a story about it, it would seem a little unreal. It's the kind of story I would read and say, 'Nah, that's not possible.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have very weirdly realistic dreams where it could be real life, except it's not.
I feel like there's already a written narrative going on everywhere. All the different situations and realities you're in, like words floating by. It's something that I didn't start thinking about until recently, but you can hitch that ride, that narrative that's already been created. You just have to read it and write it down.
Stories come to me in mysterious ways, more like dreams than reasoned creations.
My dream was, and always had been, to write a book. To be a writer.
Anyone can write your own life story.
I am autobiographical in the way a dream transforms experience and emotions all the time.
I don't think there's such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.
I had this dream to become a writer since I was a teenager.
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.
I've never dreamed of a story idea. I have such boring dreams.