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  <title>Oh my brain... (beware, Myst geeking + dreamlogging, potentially boring)</title>
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  <description>First I had a dream in which I was &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.mystlore.com/wiki/The_art&quot;&gt;writing Ages&lt;/a&gt; and one of them was some sort of floating island in a gas giant... I had a child somehow? And we were zooming around in these flying antigravity belt/boat things, but then the dream got all sci-fi and there was a fleet of spaceships surrounding my child and I had to make contact with them and fight through space-opera bureaucracy to gain audience with Someone Important to get my child back.  I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN (possibly after hitting the snooze button on my alarm a few times) I dreamed I was at some combination of Mysterium and Readercon, and I had somehow turned &lt;i&gt;my previous dream&lt;/i&gt; into a short story I&apos;d written, and it was being published in an anthology (but I was less prominently featured than some other authors, including names of actual Readercon authors and also forumgoers from Mystcommunity).  And I was at a release party/book signing/reading because of this.  And I was secretly really terrified because the story in the book was my first draft, I had submitted it either without expecting it to be even read, or in anticipation of editor-y help that never came, but it was just published in original form.  I kept thinking back to my earlier dream and coming up with criticisms of the pacing, the plot development, the characterization, etc. because, well, I&apos;m not a writer and that dream was in fact not a very well-structured story.  But at the same time I was putting on a cheerful face and chatting with some Mysterium types and talking up the possible Myst meetup in the Boston area that I&apos;m trying to organize (which I actually am trying to do on the forums) and and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is very strange sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=rivenwanderer&amp;ditemid=9730&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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