I know, it’s been a while.
A lot of my thoughts these days go into my books. Two published on Amazon ( Mongruxx — Wolfpac, Mongruxx — Starship Umbra), the third about to be (Transport — Unfriendly Skies), and the forth I am writing (Mongruxx — Where the river ends), even today!
I dreamed last night. I dream every night. Often it feels exhausting. They start the moment my eyes begin to close and finish as I open them back up. The line between dreaming and being awake is quite thin for me.
Is this normal? It is for me. I’ve been dreaming this way since I was a small child as far back as I can remember.
I dreamed last night. It was long and winding, a year perhaps in dream time. There was something for the gods, some form of representation? Not worship, but awareness and honoring, something I can’t seem to get my arms around, but it was a central part of the dream. It was there for the gods. Three of them, I think. When I awoke, my alarm had been going off (vibrating) for a good thirty minutes.
That’s different for me.
Four-thirty am, I get up, brush my teeth, get dressed, and head into my office to do some writing before the world starts stealing my time, moments, life, as I agreed to. Just for money. A house on the golf course, expensive cars, expensive habits, etc.
