November 30th, 2012

I love my imagination. It takes me fun places, and drops great stories right into my lap when I least expect it.

I do not, however, enjoy it when my brain decides it's going to work out one or more stories I've forgotten about. It did this last night. To make it even better, I was less than half awake for this, and found myself incapable of making it stop while I was whisked around in a funny dreamland that was somehow related to a scifi story idea I had years ago. (Since when do staircases squish you if you don't go down them fast enough?)

I just love it when that kind of night is immediately followed by an alarm clock going off, and me waking up so completely that there is no way on earth I can go back to sleep. Note sarcasm.

Anyone else ever have nights like that?