I had a dream last night that I was roaming through an “artistic funhouse” and it was really awesome right up until the end where I got to meet the person behind the creation. He took me into his office and quizzed me on whether I deserved to consider myself an artist or not. It was really intense and kind of depressing.

I’ve been having a serious creative-block. And sometimes I don’t really care. But then sometimes I have these weird dreams and it weighs on me.