Day 53: Nakatajima dunes and little dreams
For the past two nights I have dreamt of game development. Historically this isn't unusual, I have spent many nights with happy and troubled dreams of work over my 15 year career, it is par for the course. However this is noteworthy as I have not dreamt of my work in nearly a year, ever since I was forced off of a project I killed myself for three year to give life to and keep running, with no clear reasons given for my sudden and dubious ejection. These dreams reflect a small ember that is once again glowing in me. As painful as it was to lose my team and my project. As creatively destructive as it was keeping my project and myself going those last few years, I can feel that my desire to make games is slowly returning. I am slowly shaking off layers of a burnt out husk. Last night I dreamt I was back working at Relic, a place I look back on with fond memories and have often dreamt of when stressed at a new studio. This dream wasn't prophetic, it wasn't even intere