I've been working steadily on Wanderlust, which is my working title for Sirantha Jax #2. I've finally gotten all the back in the groove, and I had a really wild dream last night that proves it.

See, I dreamed of David Boreanaz. Well, in my dream, I registered him as Angel, even though he wasn't dressed as Angel. He was hugging me, and we kept kissing and kissing (no it wasn't that type of dream, sorry) because it wasn't lust, it was desperation and impending loss. Somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn't me either. You know how you can be other people in dreams? I wasn't quite sure who I was while I was dreaming either. He kept burying his face in my neck and telling me he'd come back. I didn't believe him. All I knew was that I loved him and I didn't think I'd see him again. At that point he dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring, obviously a cheap piece of costume jewelry, and he shoved it on my finger. He said, "I'll replace it, I promise."

And then he strode off through the throng while I watched him go, convinced he was going to his death. We were underground somewhere on a desert world, very Mad Max. Everything was built from scavenged parts, etc and it was grungy, dirty. It's clear I have to use this scene somewhere in Wanderlust, just not sure where yet.

When I woke up, I was crying. That's when I realized: that was March and Jax. I'm dreaming from her POV. Woohoo! I'm totally in her head again.

David Boreanaz as March...omg. Swoon. I'd never thought of who he looks like, but my subsconscious knew. It's perfect. Damn, what a dream, talk about emotionally wrenching. On the bright side, I'm all set to get going on my word count today.