What does it mean?

TRON said:

FBI will close-down Indian Casinos

Ardeo said:

Oh no! How can that be?

Last night I had a dream that I was Tron.

Cloudbuster said:

Oh yeah? What was it like? What'd you do in it?

TRON said:

It was beautiful, man. I had breasts and everything.

Cloudbuster said:

What'd you do with 'em?

TRON said:

I played a game.

Cloudbuster said:

Tell me more, tell me more!

TRON said:

Some people eat poo. JD knows all about this.

Cloudbuster said:

Why do you have to be so elusive?

TRON said:

It's a gift I have.

Cloudbuster said:

You're real proud of yourself, aren't you?

Stop jacking this thread and start talking about me me me me me me me

IstenSzek said:

Exactly. So what's your interpretation of this dream?

TRON said:

Well in order to make a good analysis of your dream,
I will need a bit more information:

1.

What was the general mood of the dream? was it rushed,
relaxed, claustrophobic etc etc?

2.

What was the predominant colour of the dream? and was
it very clear or was it kind of smokescreened or foggy?

3.

Was I an established author, or did I just hit fame with
my recently published debut novell narrating the story
of "The armadillo and Madonna's Pantie Pants"?

If not, what were some of the titles of my books?

4.

Did you have your own hands, or did you have platiphus
gropers?

5.

When proofreading, did you put markings in the sideline
of the text? And if so, in what colour pen?

6.

Did Elaine Bennes or Mister Lipman star in your dream as
well? And was there an Urban Sombrero in there somewhere?

7.

When awake, did you feel happy or where you strangely
worried by something you couldn't quite put your finger
on?

8.

Was I wearing a vest of Swiss Pretzels? If so, did I look
pretty fly in it?


thank you.

I try to remember. It's been a few days.

1.

What was the general mood of the dream? was it rushed,
relaxed, claustrophobic etc etc?

Relaxed. Lots of intense reading. It felt like an important publishing.

2.

What was the predominant colour of the dream? and was
it very clear or was it kind of smokescreened or foggy?

Clear and dark blue nighttime

3.

Was I an established author, or did I just hit fame with
my recently published debut novell narrating the story
of "The armadillo and Madonna's Pantie Pants"?

If not, what were some of the titles of my books?
You were newly famous with only a few novels under your belt. I don't remember the other titles. This was to be your masterwork though.

4.

Did you have your own hands, or did you have platiphus
gropers?

I can't recall my hands in the dream.

5.

When proofreading, did you put markings in the sideline
of the text? And if so, in what colour pen?

black

6.

Did Elaine Bennes or Mister Lipman star in your dream as
well? And was there an Urban Sombrero in there somewhere?

No, but you were there wanting to know my thoughts and insights into the book.

7.

When awake, did you feel happy or where you strangely
worried by something you couldn't quite put your finger
on?

I wasn't sure it was a dream. I thought for a couple hours after that that you'd actually told me in a thread that you were Native American.

8.

Was I wearing a vest of Swiss Pretzels? If so, did I look
pretty fly in it?

You were wearing a suit.

thank you.

You're welcome.

TRON said:

This is difficult. I can't really make sense of it. All
I hope is that it will come true



Damnit I want to be a published author!

I'm not native american though. Not even remotely. My
family comes from Holland, yet we've traced our roots
way back to Napoleonic France and to the slavic region
before that.

IstenSzek said:

People have told me that I'm prophetic. Hopefully your dream will come true.

TRON said:

If ever it does, check for your name on the first page

IstenSzek said:

Have you tried to get published before?

What kinds of books would you write?

TRON said:

I would probably *TRY* to write something that would be
a cross between umberto Eco and franz Kafka. Something
a bit fantastical but very stripped down and cool.

I've got a few manuscripts lying around here but I don't
look at them anymore. I think that once I write something
really worth sending to a publisher I'll know instantly
and then I will, but not before that time.

Meanwhile, I read so many books that I hardly have enough
time left to write anything more than the odd poem.

There is just so much out there to read that it's almost
an impossible task. You have to sift and choose and it
drives me mad

IstenSzek said:

Try to find your own voice instead. That´s the only way to become a great writer, and not just a great copycat.

Vibrator said:

I know what you mean. I didn't mean to say I want to write
like them but their kind of stories and general settings,
and the kind of worlds they conjure do wonders for my own
imagination. It's stuff I can work with. It feels natural
to write about those kind of things.

But copying any given one of the big names would be very
unwise. How can you try to copy Kafka and not think "what
on earth would I be able to say that he didn't?"

That's why, indeed, it is very important to have your own
voice.

Vibrator said:

Isten is far too original to come across as anyone other than himself, even if he was trying to copy.

IstenSzek said:

I agree. And I can definitely understand why you mentioned your favourite authors when asked what kind of books you would write. They provide a point of reference, a way for others to at least get a vague idea of the worlds you´re trying to create. How else are you supposed to do that without getting into lengthy monologues that will mostly confuse the reader or possibly come across as far more flat and shallow than your writing deserves (I´ve seen that happen many times)?

I guess I´m just so used to seeing potentially great writers lose themselves in the shadow of the giants (a shadow that for some reason tends to grow even larger after the giant him/herself has left this life), so I wrote my usual warning just to make sure...

Sometimes I wish I was better at following my own advice. I often find myself wrestling the spectre of the likes of Kafka, Miller, Wilde, Salinger and Camus. And I hate the fact that they´ve made some areas their own to the extent that anybody who tries to go there has to acknowledge the "owner".

I don´t think Terry Gilliam managed to get through a single interview after he made the movie Brazil without feeling the need to praise Kafka. Brazil had its own firm ground to stand on and it definitely has a home in our own shared alienated and bureaucratic reality that belongs to nobody and everybody. But since old Franz got there first, he still gets to share the credit...

We should find comfort in knowing that we´re not alone with our frustration though. Even Prince sings "What can I say that Shakespeare hasn´t said before?". And the answer is quite obviously: "a whole lot!".