pastfuturespeak

I've been having really weird dreams recently. In my dreams, I'm freshly back in Atlanta, and everything is wrong. My friends don't want to have anything to do with me, I can't find my way around because the city looks so foreign to me, random people accost me verbally and physically on the streets, &c.

This is weird because I spend most of my waking moments excited about going home, but as soon as I fall asleep, it seems like the complete opposite. I really have no idea if the dreams have some Deep Hidden Meaning or what. The dichotomy between my conscious feelings and my subconscious wanderings. It happens nearly every night now, and I wake up with an icky feeling. Somebody get Freud on the phone. Wait, nevermind, I hate that dude.

In real life, things are pretty well. I've been making some headway on the work I've been putting off. My writing continues to be voluminous, and most of it seems quite good. I thinkI'm turning another corner in the development of my voice in my writing, which is quite exciting for me. I love it when I feel like I'm being led by something to some new horizon. When I pick up the pen (I'm off laptop writing for the moment), I get giddy to find out where it's going to go. I've been using the impetus to revise some old things as well, and I'm getting some really good development there.

Oh, and I want a trucker hat with this on it: