Scenes from St. Augustine -- Two of the great houses on San Marco, facing the bay front. I'd love to live in that neighborhood.
My brain is doing weird things. Carol says it's stress. I think I'm just odd. I spent an entire day battling the "I've done nothing with my life, have nothing to show for it" depression, which really isn't me. I spent another few hours obsessing about something that is entirely out of my control. Then last night I had this weird movie-like dream about a possessed house, a dream which featured two of my characters. I never dream about my characters. It was strange and left me all scared, sad and disturbed because their relationship was destroyed by this possessed house and there was nothing I could do about it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see the parallels.
Does your brain do weird things when you're under stress? Or is it just me?