plant dreaming deep
It’s a little bit all over the place, but the interesting parts are very interesting. Here’s a taste:
But in the absence of conclusive evidence, sleep’s utility—like that of fiction—is still in doubt. How much, in the end, does either one matter? Neither fiction nor dreams are what we call “real life,” that conscious space sandwiched in the sunny hours of each day. No matter how vital my dreams are to me, they—like my writing—exist in the margins of my daily life, the shadowed wings to either side of whatever action is happening onstage. The decrease in the financial support and cultural priority allotted to all forms of the arts has enhanced the sense that what writers are doing is not quite a job, not quite worth professional payment—not quite, well, necessary.
The all-over-the-place-ness is the result of trying to cram too many fascinating topics into one article: sleep, night dreaming, daydreaming, the quality and use of dreams, the relationship of dreams to fiction, reading and writing fiction, and…arts funding. Scattered, but definitely worth reading.