Another dream. Had a dream I was back in southridge. I was acing my tests and kicking ass. It was strange and beautifull as things were so nice and clean as the architecture and the designs of things were really nice. Then there was this big test, then I got the highest marks. It was great at first but then things began to fall apart. I began to realize these tests: southridge didn’t matter when I was growing up. What really mattered was me more than the efforts the school was making or any school I was going to go too. Then there was that intense need to have something that no school can teach: a quality that differentiated me from what the preparations schools anticipate to what I will need in the real world. Things were crumbling away, falling apart and a sense of urgency that brought me incredible misery.
In truth I didn’t care about southridge’s approval of my life and in fact don’t much attribute it to my adult view of the world. What is strange is that in the dream there was a sense of me wanting that approval, which is something I am very much against.
Reformatting. Reformatted the computer and it brought on a world of trouble but at least I’m starting with a clean slate and most of my installers are intact.
Mahadlika. The dream would make an original psychological background for a badguy. Specifically one of the more central badguy characters in the story: Geraldo Leorazon. I chose Marton Csokas as his study, fully bearded and long haired with intensly dark features. His brother Jacob was cast as Sean Bean but would be better if I could think of someone whose appearance would evoke the same character but look younger. Fleshing out the antagonists of the story is something I almost forgot to do. They should be as detailed and as motivated as the protagonists: if not even more justified. Working on that now and that’s not easy for me.