rude awakening

Had a dream this morning that woke me up (hence my actually remembering it). It was the mother of all "crash-em-ups" as my dad likes to call the chase/crash scenes in action movies. Started with a family on an on-ramp, and I don't know what happened to them, but they all got in an ambulance and then the ambulance got creamed by a semi. Then, someone stopped to help and another semi creamed all of them. And again, and again. The whole time, some people are half hanging out of the crushed ambulance and the parts of them that are hanging out are totally unscathed, but it's clear the parts I can't see are shot. I think some dismemberment was about to happen when I thought "f*** this" and opened my eyes.

And now I'm up at 6:30 for no good reason.

I wonder if my dreams are always so destructive, or if I've just been watching too many crime dramas on TV.

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I am hoping to spend the whole day writing. The kind of writing where I lose track of time and forget to eat breakfast and in general act like the stereotypical crazy artist. Haven't had one of those days in a really long time. Wish me luck.

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One more thing. This is a question for you more experienced poets. When you're revising poems in a manuscript, how do you keep it all straight? Sometimes I revise poems in separate files, sometimes I revise them right in the manuscript file. Clearly, I need to be consistent. But neither way seems efficient, especially when it comes time to do journal submissions. Help!

Bad Dream

I had a dream last night that someone stole my backpack and everything was in it: laptop, cell phone, wallet (cash, credit cards, IDs), planner, all hard copies of my new poems... The dream went on for ages with me trying to figure out how to go about finding or replacing what I'd lost. Needless to say, I woke up a little panicky.

This dream seems to be telling me 2 things:

1) I need to start carrying a purse again. It may be easier to have everything in one bag, but it isn't safer.

2) Everything I'm doing these days is interrelated, and if one thing doesn't go well, then I end up feeling bad about the others. This is not healthy.

My subconscious is so smart.