Movie Dream

I usually don't remember my dreams, but for a couple of mornings now, I have been able to recall bits and pieces of what my subconscious was busy with overnight.  Initially, I thought my dream was taking place in America's wild west of the past.  There were cowboys, soldiers fighting Indians, horses and lots of dust.  It sure seemed like a western.

As I thought about the dream, I realized that it was, indeed, like a cowboy movie.  Like making a cowboy movie, to be more precise.  In my dream, I am charged with writing (and rewriting) the script.  Yesterday, I awoke with a sense of accomplishment.  The movie has an intricate plot and I had deftly navigated the characters through an incredible journey without sacrificing believe-ability.  Everyone was pleased with the clever dialogue and unexpected plot twists.  Even though I couldn't remember the specifics, I awoke feeling almost like I'd accomplished something.

This morning I awoke with a far different feeling.  From all accounts, I am still working on the same movie.  This time, however, one of the early, crucial scenes just isn't working.  No matter what I try, I can't get it right.  One rendition is too dark.  Another isn't believable.  There is indecision as to whether the movie should be a dark, serious drama or more of a light comedy.  No one will confirm which path to take and I can't finish the first scene until I know.  I awoke feeling frustrated.

Strange that I could have such different experiences dreaming about essentially the same thing on consecutive nights.  Today was my first day back at work after over a week off.  No doubt that fact had some influence on things.