I've mentioned before that now and then I will have a dream that is solid reportage, starting with me reading (in the dream state) a newspaper article, which then turns to hearing a narration and then to a careful segue into being the article itself.
Lately, coming down off of that game intensive year of no reading at all beyond cereal boxes and soup can labels, I've been reading a stack of 600 page monster novels from people like Michael Crichton, Lee Child, John Grisham--one every other day, cover to cover. and now I've found that when I dream I dream as a narrator/writer of very similar novels, long winded, plain speech, in that very similar voice...
I keep thinking, if it were only possible to type and dream at the same time, by now Id have at least the better part of a lawyer driven-deep south-highly complicated novel of murder and mess, written out and ready to be proofed. I wake up drenched in sweat, and exhausted.
Maybe it would work with poetry. Hrm..