Jun 15, 2011 02:55
It is somewhat disconcerting to have a dream in which you are a character--that is, you're called by your name and have some of personality traits that are recognizably yours--but in addition to this, you also have personality traits borrowed from two of your original characters. Especially when said original characters are a psychopath and sociopath, respectively.
To put it another way? In the dream, Larry (yes, dead Larry) from Burn Notice was slightly less evil than me.
I mean, I suppose if I had no soul whatsoever and had grown up to be a killer-and/or-retrieval-expert-for-hire, I could see that as being how I would've been. But, you know. Creeeeeeeeepy.
In other news, I've been having the most frustrating case of inconsistent writer's block. This past weekend, I managed to write four (admittedly fairly short) things, but now I've just got nothing. It's been on and off all month. In some ways, this is more annoying than not being able to write at all. It's just toying with me.
Sigh. Off to stare at a blank notebook page some more.
writing,
batshit dreams,
writer's block