Dream of a creation
Oh trauma of traumas.
Thy Blood Sucking Freaks doth vex me.
And thy dwarf, he doth jig.
So perhaps it is possible to guide dreams to some
extent. Before bed, I wrote a bit and created a character
and a dream world involving a large house or mansion
and as I drifted off to sleep last night I was there. Not
quite what I had envisioned but still, a bit odd that the
theme carried over. And of course Becky was there
again. But the way I remember it now, it seemed more
like a big movie set. Just the shell of a structure. And
we where all actors, assigned to different roles.