Remember the fever-induced weird dreams? Well, severe sleep deprivation seems to do the trick as well. This morning I dreamt I was out looking for a bowl of potato salad because damn, I was just so hungry. And then out on the streets I see my old teacher and we have this conversation:
Old Teacher: Emerson, it’s good to see you.
Me: Yo (not really, but something to that effect)
Old Teacher: You gotta help me, Emerson, they’re easing me out of the college.
Me: You’re dead, sir.
Old Teacher: …
Me: …
Old Teacher: Damn.
I have the feeling that my life is set to go non-linear yet again.
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