I usually forget nightmares as soon as I wake from them. However, my recent nightmares were noteworthy.
While I stared at a bald, muscular giant who was determined to fight me two nights ago, I thought, Hey, he’s my novel!
Most of the dream is lost to the abyss of the subconsious, but I remember that part.
Last night, I was a new recruit to a futuristic army. During downtime, I drew in a sketchbook and discussed my sketches with my only friend. This brought me unwanted attention. An officer who’d been ragging on me for a while took the sketchbook, ripped out pages, and threatened to destroy all of my creations.
Hi, Ann. Meet the dream representatives of your supportive and critical sides.
I’m struggling for every small progression with DeCo, but that’s okay. In some of the battles, everyone wins.