Tag: dreamed
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November 8, 2022
When I was a kid, my mother took my brother and me to the Nutcracker ballet every year; and every year—even though I knew the story and how it would unfold—I was utterly transported. I left the theater feeling as if I had just dreamed the most fantastic dream. The Nutcracker made me believe in…
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February 10, 2021
“Out of the corner of his eye, the rabbit saw something flutter. Edward looked over this shoulder and there they were, the most magnificent wings he had ever seen, orange and red and blue and yellow. And they were on his back. They belonged to him. They were his wings.” A few nights ago, I…
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April 16, 2019
I dream about my characters when I’m working on a story; but when the story is done, I usually don’t dream about them again. Last night, however, I dreamed that I was holding a mouse in the palm of my hand. “Oh,” I thought. “It’s Despereaux. He’s going to tell me a story.” I woke…
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February 22, 2018
I dreamed a few nights ago that I was standing next to a famous writer. I can’t remember who the writer was; but in any case, I took her hand and said, “I have to tell you the truth. A single sentence of yours saved my life.” I remembered that dream this morning as I…
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February 2, 2016
It has been very grey here. There has not been much sun at all. Last night I dreamed of that little chapel in Paris–Sainte-Chapelle. Nothing happened in the dream. I was just there–standing and looking up, buoyed by all that light and color. Thirty years ago, I visited the chapel and watched a young man…
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June 5, 2014
Here is a picture I took of myself. I am standing in the great green room of Goodnight, Moon. If you go to New York City, make sure you visit the New York Public Library’s exhibit “The ABC of It: Why Children’s Books Matter.” You can see the real Winnie-the-Pooh. And Tigger. And Eeyore. You…