alanajoli | Apr. 26th, 2007

I had more disastrous dreams last night, though they had nothing to do with the Greece and Turkey trip, and probably something to do with the fact that I couldn't get Heroes to play yesterday. (I missed the first half of Monday's episode because I had a business call about a new gig, about which I will talk later when I have permission to make it final.) There was some disaster going on that we superpowered people (I was one of them in this particular dream--I'm not always) had to stop from destroying... well, who knows? It was very urgent, and I, from the New Haven area, knew I had to do my part to keep my area safe... And then I found out that whatever the disaster was, it was taking place on Long Island. Miles wise, Long Island is not that far from Shoreline Connecticut, if you have a fast boat, the ability to fly, or supernatural swimming speed. In my dream, I had none of these, so I'd just spent a very long time preparing for a disaster that I could do nothing to stop.

I hope when I finish Regaining Home that my dreams go back to the ones where I actually sleep.

Speaking of, I killed a character today. This wasn't even one of the characters I'm particularly fond of, but the death scene actually made me cry. This is not an indication of how well it will work on other people, but yay! Crying for death is good! (And even better, I now have one less character to keep track of in a novel that I accidentally overpopulated, something that has been a flaw of mine since childhood.)

For those keeping track with me: