While I am a fan of both the Eurythmics' version and Manson's version, this post has little to nothing to do with the song. If you came here seeking that you may look away now.
I've noticed that major points in my writing process have been guided by the dreams that I manage to remember. The thing about relying on a mechanism such as your own subconscious is that it isn't all that reliable. The entirety of short stories as well as (what I like to think are) memorable potions of the books have been directly pulled from dreams that I've had. Ark's cacophony of a hellish landscape, the flying purple people eater, certain NSFW scenes, and many more were all directly pulled from notes I scribbled down the following morning.
I've had two, count em two, dreams in the last year and a half. Do you know how detrimental that is to someone who tries to not only write, but recap why he wrote it and how? It's hard to write down your thoughts when all your only thought is: "duh, is it time to pass out yet?" Then you wake up, cringe at the fact that you're awake, and head off to work.
At any rate, I've had a new revelation during this past night's rest which has taken the trip finally out and beyond the scope of which it was previously defined. It's funny because I'm the only one who knows what the hell I'm talking about. But that's nothing new.
The artist search is moving right along and hopefully images will be available relatively soon. Keep in touch.
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