As you may be aware, in season 2 of Nikita, Michael and Nikita get together, struggling between the hopes of one day having a “normal” family and their calling of achieving justice in a world of spying, assassination, and intrigue. In the current season of Bones (I think this is season 7), Bones and Booth just had a baby, and Bones is struggling with going back to work.
In my reading life, I’m reading a YA Pern novel to my son, re-reading Son of Shadows by Juliet Marillier for personal pleasure, and reading classic literary criticism (currently a work by Horace) for class.
I awoke, groggy after only a few hours of sleep, with the remnants of a confused dream echoing through my mind. Somehow, in my dream, those storylines twisted and a Nikita-like character was holding a baby and the Michael-like character was trying to convince her to be a stay-at-home mom, except they were set in a Sevenwaters-like environment with satyrs running around them in the shadows.
In the waking world, I keep my multitude of projects straight without bleed-through (at least, I hope I do; I haven’t been told anything to the contrary), but my mind longs to connect the dots, mix up the storylines. My dreams allow for this. This dreamworld is like the faucet that pours all my waking thoughts into the boiling cauldron of the unconscious, spurting up new takes on tried-and-true ideas. It is from this cauldron of the unconscious that I pull the new from the boiled fragments of the old.