What is freewriting?

Freewriting : An informal writing activity that allows one to write “freely” without concern for grammar, punctuation, spelling, and other constraints. No editing is done. Typically, in this exercise, one is directed to write without stopping for a set period of time (usually just a few minutes). Currently, we have chosen five (5) minutes for our Freewrite Friday. The choice of topic is entirely up to you, whatever is in your head at the moment you begin to type. Have at it!

After I took my daughter to the bus stop this morning, I just had to go back to bed for a bit. Some mornings are like that. I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night. But, I’m thinking that I didn’t get much sleep this morning either because I had a freaky dream. There was this guy with long dark hair and he was in our house rifling through the kitchen cupboards. I think my son invited him in. They seemed to know one another. And then my daughter came into the room, looking curiously at this guy and I just shrugged. The next thing I knew he handed something to my son and then walked into my lliving room and asked if he could use one of our computers. Somebody must have said ‘yes’ because he did. Only, when he sat down at the desk he became someone else, like he split into two people, you know, because now there was one guy at the desk and the first guy standing up scanning all the pictures and whatnot on my walls, and he said, “Oh, I can see all that you have hidden here.” And so I humoured the guy by asking what he saw, as if there really was anythhing hidden. And he takes this painting off of the wall and starts pointing out ‘hidden’ things. And I’m wondering, where the hell did that Star Wars, Darth Vader painting come from? How odd? But still, I just played along. And then there was a knock at the door and the guy walked over as if to answer it, but instead, he removed his top hat and out stepped a really, really tall (leggy) redheaded woman. And I said, “Hum. Neat trick.” And then the guy at the computer got up and said, “They’re coming. We have to get ready.” And the next thing I know, I’m in a different room with the three strangers and they are telling me to ‘get down’ and ‘be quiet’ because one of their agents is about to come through my back door and shoot the bad guy in the other room. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! …WHAT?! I ran into the other room as cops were filling in throught the back door. I ran to my son who had been sleeping and now he was all wide-eyed and confused. I asked if he was okay and then escorted him out of that room and into the living room. But along the way I couldn’t help but sneak a peek… The cops were taking the body out of the room. It was covered with a white sheet, but there was blood seeping through and I saw the top of the dead guy’s head, just some of his matted hair poking out from the top, and then they carried him out the door. When I got to the living room the three strangers were just slipping out the front door and they winked at us right before they…

Times up! The following is just extra…

Boy. That was weird. Just so you know, I was going to type ‘disappeared’. They just went ‘POOF!’ I don’t know why they bothered to use the door then. There were a few other details to this dream that didn’t make it into this post, mostly because I didn’t remember them at the time I should have typed them, so I just moved along. But I just have to say, there was one point where a cigarette was asked for, and the most unusual ‘peace pipe’ I’ve ever seen was given in its stead. Wacky tobacky?

Um, yeah. It is SO time for a cup of coffee now.

Have a terrific Friday!

Check out these other Freewrite Friday’s:
(If they haven’t written one this week, scroll through and read their past posts. It’s fun. Go on, you know you want to.)

Shelli
Finn
Randi
Shorti
Trishk
Absurdist
MetalMom
~ Stacy ~ (Dorannes)

Wanna play along? Everyone is welcome! If you’ve joined in and wrote a Freewrite Friday post, then please let us know by leaving your name and link below. Thanks!