Thanks for nothing, subconscious.

I think I've mentioned before this wacky thing my brain does where, if I read before bed, I dream about the story all night.  My subconscious tries to continue the story.  It's really no fun at all since I have all of these short dreams and I wake up after all of them and generally have a very poor quality of sleep.  But I have always thought that if I could just get my brain to do this with a book I was writing, I would be all set.  My subconscious could do the heavy lifting, plot-wise.  This annoying habit of my mind could finally pay off!

Well, folks, last night was that night.  I had been writing all afternoon and evening, so the characters and what small shred of plot I have were firmly lodged in my head.  I had novel-related dreams all night.  Which, let me tell you, were not only disruptive to my sleep, but also completely unhelpful.  This was deeply disappointing. 

My subconscious, while not helping out with the plot, did go ahead and cast a celebrity in the role of one of my main characters.  I can't say I completely understand its choice.  He is not even an actor or someone who, given the choice, I would necessarily want to dream about. 

My sleeping brain chose, of all people, Doug Wilson.

Doug Wilson, the designer from Trading Spaces and Moving Up.  Probably I watched a little bit too much Discovery Home during those two months of unemployment.  If only I had bothered to watch anything with a plot...