My dreams have been telling me to write.

In one dream, a pair of chattering Joker teeth told me to write before attempting to crush me with a giant hydraulic press. The dream ended with me (as a cat) making a mad dash and leaping across a chasm from one platform to the next. That dream borrowed heavily from the final level of the first Sonic the Hedgehog game, Scrap Brain Zone.

Last night's dream had me receiving a potentially fatal diagnosis and being motivated to write my story in what time I had left. (Ick.)