My wife is beginning to instruct me on means to retrieve dreams, and bit by bit, it does seem to be working.
The movers and shakers have always been obsessive nuts.
I find to my mixed astonishment that I do dream, but I didn't know it.
For years, I thought I simply didn't dream. I felt left out. Everybody else had a thing I didn't have.
Basically, fiction is people. You can't write fiction about ideas.
The first writing I did was short short stories for a newspaper syndicate for which I was paid five dollars a piece on publication.