Man, I don't know if it was the result of kicking my creative brain into overdrive yesterday for all that writing or what, but my dreams last night were whacked. I can usually remember parts of my dreams, but there were two big ones last night that were just weird. Both of them dealt with things that are easily translated into my anxieties these days, with very little analysis required. Both were quietly disturbing.

For someone who places such heavy stock in dreams, my subconscious has been really annoying pretty much all year. Sometimes I wish it would just leave me alone. I mean, really. Either help, or sit down and shut up. Dang subconscious.