Woke myself up from a nightmare this morning. This very large, very imposing man stole my backpack and wouldn’t give it back. We were at some kind of conference, the room layout was very confusing. A lot of people were around, and no one would help me. He kept trying to bargain with me, saying that he’d give me one thing in the backpack and I kept telling him that I wanted the whole backpack back.
Normally, I don’t get overwrought concerning my possessions. My mom always used to say, “I possess things. Things do not possess me.” However. The backpack held more than one chapter of my new novel, handwritten, no backup available. And in the dream I’d been stupid and hadn’t backed up what I’d typed up of the novel on the computer either.
I *hate* dreams like this, feeling so powerless. I tried to change the dream, but then he pulled a gun, and that woke me up.
I hope your Monday is going better than mine. . .