It’s Happened

Summary

The author, Remington Write, is experiencing dreams about writing on Medium, reflecting the significance of their daily writing routine and the importance of continuous improvement in their work.

Abstract

Remington Write shares their recent experience of dreaming about writing on Medium, a phenomenon that has intensified over the past few weeks. These dreams, which sometimes provide concrete ideas for articles, mirror a similar pattern that occurred with challenging new jobs in the past. Write considers writing on Medium as their full-time job, complete with the responsibilities of publishing and promoting content daily. The dreams involve the author visualizing text without the physical act of typing, suggesting a deep mental engagement with their work. The author interprets these dreams as a psychological need to maintain a consistent writing practice and to keep enhancing the quality of their writing, as also suggested by a playful reference to Freud's analysis.

Opinions

The author views the act of writing on Medium as a professional job, emphasizing the need for health care insurance and full-time work.
Write welcomes the dreams about writing as they provide a sense of comfort and continuity in their professional life.
The author believes that these dreams signify a subconscious drive to excel in their craft, as evidenced by the dreams becoming more frequent and intense.
Freud's theoretical perspective is humorously invoked to underscore the author's commitment to daily writing and the necessity of ongoing self-improvement.
The author is open to engaging with their audience, inviting readers to share their own writing dreams and to consider becoming a subscriber to their work.

Now I’m dreaming about writing on Medium

I wrote this one back in January. Remember January when we could go outdoors whenever we wanted and hang out with people and hug people and go to restaurants and, yeah, January. Now, clearly, my dreams have taken a weird turn and aren’t usually about writing on Medium (go figure), but I still have those kinds of dreams. I’ve updated some of the numbers here but essentially I am still occasionally dreaming about writing on Medium. I welcome those dear old safe comforting dreams.

This has happened in the past with new jobs which were especially challenging. About a month or two in I’d start dreaming about how to do the job better.

Will I do this job better?

Because, make no mistake, until some Human Resources fairy godmother shows up with full-time work complete with health care insurance writing, publishing, and promoting my work daily on Medium is my job.

The dreams have actually been coming more frequently here in the past two or three weeks but until night before last, I’d simply get ideas for articles. One that’s in the process of coming into being is an open letter to my 1,678 followers here on Medium. Except I got up this morning and there are now 1,695 followers. I’ll adjust.

This is one that floated up in a dream (no, not a nightmare):

This one was interesting in that the dream was about a memory that, in the dream, I thought “Oh, yeah, this will work great!”

But what’s happening now is that I’m watching text appear in my mind’s eye and I’m the one making it appear which is weird because there don’t seem to be any hands or keyboard involved.

Can I read the text?

Some of it but then, in the dream, it begins moving faster and faster. And it doesn’t matter that I can’t read or comprehend the text I’m creating. It pours out of my brain and appears before my eyes, ticking upwards faster and faster.

What does it mean, Uncle Sigmund?

Vell, Mees Write, it iss very clear that you simply need to keep writing every day. It iss also verrry clear that your psyche has expectations so you vill need to continue improvvving your work daily as vell.

Like I’m going to argue with Freud. Time to get to work.

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