Twenty-seventh Day

If anyone wants to volunteer to chip in an extra thousand words or so here near the end, I wouldn't mind at all. I'm beginning to get sick of writing. Or rather, sick of the idea generation process. I'm spending as long trying to think of what happens next as I am in writing it. Ugh. Just three more days. Sigh.

However, I did decide today to go ahead and choose a title. I'm going to go with "Accidental Oneironauts," the plural version of Bertrand's suggestion, since there are multiple dream travelers. Thanks, Bertrand!