Day 117

Confession: My strange, vivid dreams affect my waking life—and creativity—in a way I both despise and love. It’s messy and horrible and beautiful.

Though sometimes I’d like a couple nights a week to be a dreamless void. I’m very tired.

My favourite dream recently was a deep-snow covered wasteland with a village in the center. I remember the soft glow of lights. If the snow melted, everything would float apart on the sea.  I interacted with a lot of places and people—the worst being a man who was hunting a young group that I helped. My alarm woke me up just as he was coming down a hallway towards us.

Sound of the day: Fog Lake – Catacombs https://youtu.be/lXXiKPwce5s?si=n4JyiMk_TSay8CsZ