There's a character in Terry Pratchett's Wyrd sisters who is so struck by inspiration that he tries to invent a helmet to stop the ideas flooding into his head. Sometimes I'd like one of those. Sometimes not.
I was having a very lucid dream last night, but damned if I can remember much of it. There were marks, the marks of some cult, and a thing that read them and told me about secrets in my past, and someone evil who was out to exploit me for these marks. Weird. But, you know what? It sounds like a story to me.
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