Words: a lot
Caffeine: morning cup so far
Evil Calories: more yum-tastic sugar cookies
Reality TV: DVR'd Top Design
I had a very strange dream last night about one of my characters from my previous book. Though he was written as a very "together" dude, he popped up in my dream all disheveled and slightly vagrant-like. In fact, I didn't even recognize him at first. My friend Shannon and I were walking through the mall inside of the Starship Enterprise (it's located on the Picard level, right next to the 24 Hr Fitness, by the way) and my character was slumped on a bench by this weird water fall thingy (the water was actually going up...so a water... rise?). He looked terrible! He was all dirty; clothes ripped and hair matted and frizzy. He didn't say anything; he just shifted around anxiously, giving me a nervous half-smile. After we passed him, I said something to Shannon, who told me I was crazy ("like we'd run into him here") and then she said she had to hurry home before her crepes were done.
(If you knew Shannon, you'd be laughing.)
I woke up with this horrible sense of guilt. Is there some parallel universe where all the characters I've created are living? And because I have several projects just collecting dust inside my "Poo Lives" folder on my computer, are these characters just wandering aimlessly, lonely and confused?
Was he trying to tell me something? Was it a sign?
Or was it just the result of the 400 sugar cookies I had before bed?