It seems a bit early to write a lessons-learned post before Blaugust is even finished.

In the dream, I asked the woman, “Would there be some way we can make sure people are compensated fairly?”

In the dream I saw a black cat glaring at me from a distance. I cautiously asked it, “When it comes to people, what is it that makes them attractive to you?”

In the dream, I came upon a statue of a one-armed woman holding a child. I asked her, “How come we judge ourselves by the actions we take but not by our intentions?”

In the dream I saw a vengeful angel looking down upon me. I asked her, “What is more real, mind or matter?”

When I started Blaugust with a creative writing idea, I failed to account for how draining spontaneous creativity is day in and day out.

In the dream I saw a cicada scuttling across the parking lot. It looked wise, so I asked it, “Is there such a thing as fate?”

In the dream I wandered into a vaccination facility. I stopped the first person I saw and whispered, “When is okay to give up on a bit?”

In the dream, I encountered a fellow standing by the road with a tadpole for a head. I asked him, “How do we know what is art and what isn’t?”

In the dream I saw a woman floating in the sea. I asked her, “What would love look like if it had a creative dimension?”