In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

This is another day in which I wake up having a story mostly put together in my head. This is unsettling. At least this one doesn't require any drawing.

Maybe I should elaborate. Back in Ashland, and really for several years before that, almost every dream I had involved exploring. They were, for the most part, dreams in which there was no plot or characters or setting, just me looking around inside weird buildings (concrete monoliths, dusty barns, mansions, etc) with no other point.

I really liked them.

Recently, I moved. I don't remember anything specific about my dreams after having moved to the Twin Cities but before having gotten my horrible job, but I do think I stopped remembering my dreams.

Of course, after I got my horrible job I just kind of... stopped getting enough sleep. So that was bad. But recently I've been getting more, and each time I remember my dream it's a story now: last time it was this bizarre tale about demons and angels (which I am going to have to elaborate about in a later post, I guess-- and in case you're wondering, this is what that last post was about. I tried out that whole "mysterous post that makes no sense except to the author" deal, but I'm really bad at it and it's stupid anyway, so), this time it was a weird romance.

I'm not quite sure what this means, or even if it means anything, but it's a nice change from not remembering my dreams at all-- I can safely say that the most disturbing thing about getting a job was the lack of all dreams.