Dream Hangover

[sistermagpie]

I had a horrible dream this morning just before I woke up. Not a nightmare but just a bad dream. I can't remember most of it, I guess. The part I do remember, right before I woke up, took place in like a basement sort of office. Or just a basement where there was a desk and an old brown leather office swivel chair. The desk was metal and dark brown and all cluttered. It was in the corner surrounded by lots of wood and broken things like you'd find in an abandoned building. In the drawer there was all this paper and I found some yellow sheets covered in handwriting that wasn't mine. There was like a publisher who was telling me to "write that" what was on the paper and he was going to publish it and I was all like, "But I didn't write this and this has already been written..." and all that.

When I woke up in such despair! Everything was just soooo sad, particularly this one thing I've been working on. I kept waiting for the feeling to go away as dream hangovers hopefully do but it has hung around ALL DAY. I feel hollow and shrill and ugh. I'm really hoping this will result in some sort of idea for something...somewhere...or something.