I have not had songs come to me in my sleep, but I do get a lot of jokes and weird ideas for stories. I do not need to worry about bedfellows 80% of the time, so I have lots of 10-second voice memos on my phone. The most recent one is, verbatim, "Giant pigeons...? That are hunted like whales."
No idea where I was going with that one, but I'm sure I was thinking something awesome at some point.
Oh man, now I'm down the wormhole. Here's another one:
"Once upon a time, there was a dragon who was bullied by the other dragons. They would pull his tail and make fun of his snout and they would light their farts on fire and say it was his flame."
I'm trying to work on a joke (from a dream) about a guy in a bar whose pickup line is, "I have a huge dick." To which dream me responded (something along the lines of), "That's good because I have an enormous vagina. When people go down on me, they comment on the echo." Not totally sure there's anything there, but I giggle every time I think of it.
Things are good. Packing up for a trip to St. Louis tomorrow. Gonna roadtrip from there to Atlanta, Nashville, Pensacola, New Orleans, Memphis, and then back to STL for a few days before heading home. Nervous/excited, totally distracting myself from being productive, but it's whatever. Not getting much writing done these days, but hoping to change that on the trip.
You should work on that song! It's a gift from the dream fairies. Maybe it'll come back another night.
I knowww. I got you to join that place and I've done jack shit on there since. I have the app and it tells me when someone I follow posts something new, though. Maybe that's the trick? Maybe it's also why responses tend to be so short.
I'm drinking some cider and getting ready to dress up as Hermione Granger for the second time in two weeks. Tequila later, perhaps.
Eye-rolling is part of being a good girlfriend. It's in preparation for if/when you begin to make dad jokes.
I'm a bad hipster. I'd never heard about Third Man before. Sounds like a sweet spot to visit, though. Heard good things about Grimey's from friends who've passed through. Say hi to Miley for me.
HTML and CSS killed me. I quit that train pretty quickly. I'm sure you'll have better luck than I did. You're not mad about it, but what do you like about it? I think that helps, even if it's a small thing. Money's a good thing to like about it.
I'm in the middle of a bajillion-hour-long training sesh on writing white papers, but I'm not mad about that, either. Yes, gears. Freelancing's been a bitch, but I keep hoping I'll end the feast-or-famine shenanigans sooner or later. ¯_(ツ)_/¯