I heartily recommend graduate study. This term has been great - hardly any lectures, plenty of free time to research and read and write my thesis. I can hop between seminars that up to three minutes before I had no interest in and five minutes after I stop thinking about, just for the sheer economics of it.

But mainly, I had this dream last night. In my dream, I believed I was in a recurring, well, not exactly dream because I didn't acknowledge that I was asleep, but a recurring story, I suppose. As a result, I knew it was going to veer into nightmare territory, and I knew what the nightmarish incident was going to be - I was going to go from looking at someone to taking a third person look at myself, at which point, I was going to be a hideous green troll/goblin creature-thing. I'm pretty sure the person mentioned above were real - I reckon one of them was Bradley Whitford (West Wing) and Charlie (Imps), though I can't remember which of the two the person was at the time of the troll/goblin. The whole thing panned out exactly like a knew it would (I think there was even a part of it when I was asked by another person if I knew what happened next).

So you can imagine my surprise when I awoke from a nightmare that, quite frankly, I gave myself advance notice of, feeling like I had awoken from a nightmare.