What does it mean that, after watching half of Metropolis yesterday, I had dreams about it all night long, from the time I fell asleep all the way until I woke up?

I think it means that, while this weekend was one filled with inspiration and ideas (no brow! cookies! secret plots! tupperware cocktails! derisive snigglings! brie/fresh grape quesedillas!), this week feels like it’s going to be one filled with drudgery, frustration, and toil.