Then I washed my face groggily and it somehow all the amazing things my imagination had conjured rinsed down the drain with my makeup.
I can't remember anything about my dream except the feeling I had when I woke up. Even now my mind searches for an image or word that would connect to my sub-conscious and reveal those characters and story in my dream but there's nothing. Or rather, there is something but it's like mist that teases your parched tongue with water but never materializes into anything satisfying.
It seems that I must adopt the recommended habit of keeping pen and paper by my bed if I am to retain my sanity and ever actually write that bestseller novel.
Do you use dreams in your writing? Do you write down dreams or thoughts when you're half asleep?