The day I met Margaret Atwood!

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Margaret Atwood (Source: Wikimedia Commons)

 I don't know the venue yet. All I see is her eyes, red lipstick and her smile. She looked at me and asked me to sit next to her. I saw her solid blue blazer and pants. I couldn't express what I felt at that point as tears rolled down my cheeks. She caught my hand and smiled. All I could do was smile at her now. She patiently waited for me to return back to my senses.Picking myself from there I asked, "What mistake am I making right now? How can I correct it?"

She smiled, and said, "You have been pressurizing yourself to write 100%."

Seeing my confused expression, she said, "You expect yourself to write always or to put it more accurately, you expect yourself to write 'THE BEST' when you take your pen. Imperfections are fine too. You can pick it up from there later."

"Do you do that too?" I asked.

"Absolutely!"

I heard an alarm which indicated that the time allotted to meet her was over. I raised from the sofa next to her, but, something was unusual. The room was completely dark now and I was lying on my bed. It wasn't the room I met her! And I realized, I was in my dream! I quickly informed my friend. I told him that I can get back into my sleep again and requested him to note down everything I talk to Margaret as I believed to get back to the dream, AGAIN! And yes! I slowly fell asleep while talking out loud in my dream. But this time, I heard myself louder. And I realized now, I was again in my dream! There was no friend near me to document my trance but I had dreamt about narrating the incident to the friend. 

I felt energized when I woke up! Well, nobody would believe me if I said this but it felt really personal. Of course my dream was personal! I wish, one day in the near future, I could meet Margaret Atwood in person and show her this blog.

Note: I have just started reading her works and I had seen a photo of her. Before sleeping last night, I was listening to the audiobook of Feeling is the secret by Neville Goddard and tried to train myself on how much I wanted to become a writer. Apparently, a few days back I had read about Margaret Atwood's works and somehow my subconscious mind pulled out a story, IN MY DREAM!


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