I’m writing another book (a few, actually, at once). I put all my ideas and notes together in a document, put them in a Word file, and organize them based on how they came to me. At this point, there are no chapter titles, and there is no table of contents. So, the book is a scaffold of the ideas I’m building on.

Well, once I put them in a readable format, I turn on Word and let Word read it to me. The reading process happens either while I’m sleeping or awake, depending on how tired I am.

Well, about 7:30 a.m. this morning, I finished the book’s scaffolding, and it started the reading-out-loud process. I fell asleep because I was up since about 3 a.m. this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep.

I found myself between dreaming and being awake. In the dream, everywhere I went, the subject of my book was being discussed. People had copies in their hands and reading from the book. I was scared because I didn’t know how they got it. But there were also conversations and groups traveling to conferences to discuss this topic.

I was listening to family and friends quoting from my unpublished book. But what was strange about it was that whenever I wanted to answer a question based on my book, someone else would answer it verbatim. Then, they would look at me as if they were reading my mind.

Having people reading my mind felt like some seriously creepy shit. I was confused in the dream and wanted to know what book they were reading from. My book wasn’t finished, but everyone in my dream quoted from it. They discussed my ideas while I watched and listened in amazement. They actually had copies in their hands.

My mind was so twisted, and I was so upset because they had my book in their hands, reading it back to me. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I just sat down and folded my arms, trying to figure out how they got hold of my book, which wasn’t even published or finished yet. Then I turned over in the bed and realized I was dreaming and my document was still being read to me.

Listening to my book while sleeping was a testament to how fragile and impressionable our minds are. Waking up and realizing it was the phone reading and answering the question in my dream was certainly satisfying. I was immersed in my own words in a dreamy reality.

But what was funny was how many times the people in my dream would repeat certain ideas and words. It was creepy. The people in my dream were almost verbatim with their answers and explanations. But duh, I was being immersed in my own words. Amazing stuff, if I do say so myself.

Ps. The story has no point except I was dreaming, and this happened to me! It was real. 🤷🏾‍♀️