Do You Remember Your Dreams?

I don't usually remember my dreams but last night I dreamt I was weeding in a garden when something started to move under the bare earth. It churned and churned and turned the whole garden into a swamp which got bigger and bigger as it churned and heaved – suddenly a huge eel-like monster writhed up – vast, curving back first. It slowly flipped over and reared up... and that's when I woke up!

Did you make an animal notebook yesterday? You could write your dreams in it. Then when you need an idea for a poem or story you can go back through the pages until you find some inspiration. Sweet dreams! Happy writing!