Satan's Fingers

I finally remember one of my dreams (Or a part of one)

I went to this weird little comic/music store that’s attached to an apartment/medical facility and they have a deal a really cheap item for sale every day, and the item stays the same until somebody buys it. The day’s item was a collection of games and music/soundtracks on this nifty slanted shelf. It was $40, which is actually pretty much all of the money in my checking account right now. I bought it and brought it home to inspect it more thoroughly and I got super excited. There were so many great games and soundtracks, and a bunch of them were Japanese imports. It was as if a stranger had just given me a part of myself that I never got to experience. Well, anyways, after I finished checking out my new collection, I went back to the store and checked out the new deal of the day (a portable suitcase stereo) and talked with a lady about it. After that, these crazy hyper violent super hero dudes were running through the medical building and were roughing up all of the insane guys. It gets a little weird after that.

I’ve been catching up on math homework

Apparently I had a lot more to do than I originally though, but my chance of getting through it all ended. Finality, while hard to initially accept, is ultimately a relief. The burden of “what if…” and “maybe…” have finally found their spots in the world, for now at least. Should I choose to disturb them, I could perpetuate another cycle of stress, and ultimately some sort of growth. Despite the fact that I live my life in a pretty large shade of grey, I feel like I’m just passing time until my life finally polarizes, and chooses a home for all my feelings. For now, though, I get to sit on my deck inside of a blanket with Indy and breathe for a little bit, before I go my final stretch before break.

I already finished my sociology class, and my sassy old teacher was at the door to see the class out. I was the first one ready to head out, and she looked at me and said “I don’t know if you’re much of a hugger…” to which I replied “OF COURSE!” And gave her a really solid hug. She said to me ” You’re so smart, kiddo”, and reminded me of the whole idea of a comforting Grandparent. She was a really solid teacher despite one of the most relaxed grading systems that I’ve seen. As I was wrapping up my final around 4 in the morning, fatigue finally setting in, alongside the knowledge of what happens when you only sleep for 4 hours on your long day, I spotted an extra page after the last question. It was just a note from the teacher telling everyone how much of a pleasure it was, and how she was investing herself in us as people. It was just an amazing bit of sentiment to read at the end of a long night of work. I hope she does well out in Colorado.

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