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Dreaming Eminem

It’s a funny thing how I discover music I like, sometimes.  I heard recently that Eminem has released a new album, and even though I always say I don’t like rap, I’ll have to pick this one up, because…and this is shocking to me…I actually do like a lot of Eminem’s stuff.  He’s raw, he’s honest, and his music is interesting.

And I would never have discovered I like his music if it hadn’t been for my dreams.


In addition to discovering music in strange ways, I also often have very pecular dreams.  It comes of being a writer, I think; I’m used to being inside character’s heads, so when I dream I’m most often not ‘myself’.  I’m someone different, a different sex, a different age, a different race…sometimes even a different species.  I also dream in series, where it’s like I’m living a different life while I’m sleeping, and through my dreams I get to experience parts of that life.  I did one series, where, for random nights over the course of three years or so, I dreamed that I was married to this guy.  Each dream was a little further along in the relationship, and whenever I dreamed it, it was always so completely natural to be there with him.  I still actually miss him, sometimes, but I haven’t been in those dreams for years now.

But back to Eminem.  I knew who he was, of course, but I hadn’t really heard any of his music.  I tended to flip the channel whenever he came on to do a performance, because I don’t like rap.  But then I started dreaming a series about him.  It was so weird.  In the dreams we were friends, and I think he was on tour, because I’d just be hanging out with him in this trailer, talking.  He had a very good sense of humor.  He made me laugh, and they were very relaxing dreams, because we were so comfortable with each other.  But every time I’d wake up from one, I’d be puzzled.  Why him?  Why, out of all the celebrities in the world (including the ones I was actually wishing I’d dream about) why was I dreaming about hanging out with him?

It took four dreams, but I finally got curious enough to google him, and listen to some of his songs.  And yes.  I did get hooked on his clever rhymes, and yes, his sense of humor actually did make me laugh.  So I bought some of his CDs, and the dreams stopped….unfortunately, enough, because then I was kinda looking forward to them.

So I’m left wondering…did the Othermind hear just enough of his music before I flipped the channel to know I’d like to hear more?  And thus sent me the dreams to intrigue me into listening?  Or is it just one more aspect of the weirdness that is my mind?

Who knows?  I certainly have no idea.

But now I have to say that I still don’t like rap.  Except for Eminem.

Doors and Dreams

I’m annoyed at my sleeping self right now.  I dreamed last night that I was tearing down a brick wall and found a fabulous old door that had been covered over and hidden for perhaps hundreds of years.  It looked something like this:


One of those really old wood and metal ones.  It was covered in torn cobwebs, and I knew that there quite possibly something eerie or wicked behind it.  Why else would you barricade a door with iron and then bury it behind a wall of bricks?

And while I was dreaming this, I knew I was dreaming it, yet the Othermind still chose to walk away and not open it.  Come on, Othermind!  Here was a chance for free adventure, of the sort not frequently found in our waking life, and you walk us away from it?

Please.  We might have been scared, had a zombie or monster jumped out at us in the dark, but we would have lived.  And now we’re having to live with our infernal curiousity about what might have lain behind it.  How is that better?

My Othermind does this sort of wimping out on me far too often when we’re asleep.

But on the more contented side of things, there’s definitely the nucleus of a story there….

The Music of Writing Books

I have officially reached 200 plays of the theme song from HBO’s Rome. The count for the rest of the songs gradually lessens as it reaches the bottom of the playlist, because while I always play song number one (the theme song), I don’t always make it to the last. If 200 plays of one song seems excessive, let me explain.

Every book I write has its own soundtrack, a particular CD that I play over and over while I work on that particular book. My first completed novel was about a serial killer and I listened to Tom Petty’s Greatest Hits. “Free Fallin'” especially was my killer’s song. I’d pick up my pen, hit play, and by the time that song was into the first chorus, I’d be sucked so deep into my writing that I wasn’t even consciously hearing the music. Years later, hearing that song pulls me right back. I have no idea how many plays of that CD I listened to (this was before I had an Ipod keeping count for me), but it had to be an impressive number.

For the first book of my YA duo, I listened to the soundtrack from one of the Harry Potter films…leading to a curious split in my brain. Now when I hear that music, I don’t know which world to be sucked into – Hogwarts or the Tower, and it ends up being an odd mixture of both.

The second book of the YA duo, I was obsessed with Blackmore’s Night, specifically their album called “Ghost of a Rose”. Great stuff, now irrevocably tied to masks and a man called Dark, not renaissance faires as it is meant to be.

Having the same music playing over and over while I write is not nearly so maddening as it might seem, since the only time I really “hear” it is when I’m going under into the story or surfacing back out of it. And it serves an important purpose, because when I turn that particular music on, the creative part of my mind (the Othermind) is alerted that it’s now time to come out and play. Whether it bloody well wants to or not. And months after I’ve written the first draft and it’s time to begin revising the story, playing that same music again helps me get back into the story, back into the mood and feeling of the characters with much greater ease.

Plus, if I’ve heard the CD 200 times, who really wants to pay close attention to it? If I put on new music, I might be more interested in listening to the lyrics and tapping my foot to the beat rather than getting down to the writing. I might, I say, but of course I mean I would. The Othermind loves to be distracted by anything new, which is, I think, why so many writers tend to always use the same paper, the same pen, the same desk, the same little funny collection of frogs lined up on top of their monitor. Okay, so the frogs might be just me.

But 200 plays of Rome! I think that’s kind of cool, even though I have to admit that when I closed Word this evening, it was actually only 198. I clicked play 2 more times, just to make it a nice even number, thus maximizing the coolness.