Writing dreams

They just. won’t. let me. alone.

All those thoughts about writing that get translated into bizarre dreams.

Last night I dreamt that I was in a house where I’d invited some very unlikely people to live with me. I discovered it was a bad idea, so I decided to move to an apartment I would share with more congenial occupants.

But everything thwarted my move: I couldn’t get a truck, then I decided to walk, then my phone wouldn’t display a map… Despite all this, I eventually found it, in a rather r...