Just woke from some absolutely vivid dreams. Most of it is scattering to the winds of waking up ask we speak, but I remember something about a school, climbing to the top floor, and stumbling on the private quarters of the castle rulers. In the middle of their floor was a great glass panel with a labyrinth etched into it (Labyrinth like the movie, so a maze, actually, but the dream called it a labyrinth so I’ll run with it). It was for watching the comings and goings of everyone below, almost like the Marauder’s Map for you HP fans. And then I’ve got a whole lot of nothing. Snippets of later scenes, which I can clearly see were ripped directly from talking to my little sister last night, so those are just my brain working through the day.
Does this ever happen to any of you? Do you dream your way out of life’s problems, the troubles and trials that plague your brain, but in obvious story form? It is quite plain to me that the whole dream was me just trying to assimilate the latest new in a string of long complicated personal stuff, but my gods, it would have made such a great story.
If I could remember it.