Creativity gone too far

Perhaps it’s time to cut back on the writing, or perhaps I need to write more, I don’t know. Last night I tried to sleep and my brain was buzzing with books I’ve read and stories I’m writing and I couldn’t sleep. When I finally drifted off, my dreams were vivid and fantastical, with invisible monsters stealing souls which were returned by guardians. I’d almost like to write about it, but fear I cannot do the monster justice.

To say the least, I survived today only through the blessing of chocolate and painkillers. Between doing real work, I wrote about wolves and romance and the strange country they meet in. It kept me awake, though I doubt it’ll do much to help me sleep tonight. Need to be competent tomorrow, have a meeting about web content. Motivation is minimal.

Sometimes, when running bare foot and fleeting and alone, you feel graceful.

emotional wreckage

Last night was pretty terrible. I felt…awful and then decided sleep would make it better. But I couldn’t fall asleep. I felt rotted.

I finally got to sleep (far later than I wanted) and woke up 45 minutes early. Couldn’t fall back to sleep. And here I am, staring at the snow falling outside my window.

I think I’m dreaming.

Dreaming of a…white man?

I’ve had some weird dreams the past few nights. Two nights ago I had a dream where I was sorta gay for one of my friends, which isn’t so weird, but we were at a graduation or something…it was just kinda a normal weird dream and then it was like a psuedo gay weird dream.

Last night I had a dream that played out once, and then played out again. I was a girl, but was gay for guys…I’m not sure how it works, maybe I wasn’t really a girl. Anyway, in the dream I meet this guy, and I’m kinda guy for him. And we all live in this one huge apartment, and in the dream I never leave the apartment. So the dream played out one way (of no importance) and then played out again, only slightly different and of no greater importance. Though I think I may have been more attracted to him the second time, and it definitely did some “Your father doesn’t approve of this (as in, the gay), does he?” so that was interesting.

I’m gonna go hyperventilate.