Today I woke up at 5am which is a little too early for me usually but I couldn't sleep. Lately, I've been having the strangest dreams . . . they don't sound like dreams when I think of it. More like a series of pictures like in a cartoon book being flicked through.
So I woke up at that ungodly hour and looked around in the dark and just couldn't get back to sleep.
I watched a little Frasier because there's nothing quite like watching psychiatrists struggle with their lives when you feel like a bemused excuse for a person!
And then those pictures I had dreamt of, they made sense.
You see, I've been stuck for so long on the prologue of my WIP that I was getting despondent just trying to continue with the rest of my work.
BUT those pictures were my prologue.
I want to say dreams come true . . .
Have your dreams ever made you that happy before?