Ever wake suddenly from a nightmare and find yourself disoriented, like you don’t recognize the room you’re in, or the bed, or there’s something about the lighting that makes you feel like you’re supposed to be someplace?
Yeah, that happened this morning. And in the haze of realizing where I was I remembered my nightmare was about how I was suppose to be at school, in class, but I couldn’t figure out where I had to be because everything was in anagram.
Freakin’ writer’s dream. Stupid hidden meanings.