unconscious_creativity no reason i wrote this really long poem in a dream last night, and my sister was reading it out loud. it was kind of different from something i'd normally (consciously) write, and i kind of liked it. but now i forget most of it, except the basic idea. i guess it's a sort of inspiration, if nothing else. i guess my sleeping self has time to create. 141003 what's it to you? who go blather from