A dream of feelings
This one has left me very troubled...
I dreamt of Kheril. No kidding. I can't remember anymore what was happening in the dream, its memory is fading so quickly that it's no use trying to catch it back... but I remember so clearly the feelings. It was sad - horribly sad, from beginning to end. As far as I can recall, it's the first time I dream with such an accuracy regarding feelings; usually, my dreams are all about visuals, and I tend to be very distanciated from them emotionally, as if both being part of them and an external spectator. This one, though... this one was so much more different. I was on the verge of waking up in tears, perhaps about to scream, even. Which probably explains why I've been up since 5:30 instead of taking advantage of what was left of my sleep allowance for the night.
I know it's stupid, feeling this way about a character (albeit one I took my sweet time crafting with all the love of the perfectionist writer). It's just... so weird and frightening. Perhaps it's a sign that I should give him some lovin', hm.