In the Light

I have no motivation to go down to breakfast today (except my growling stomach) after yesterday's waffle incident. There was no whipped cream--the scandal! However, I shall overcome.

Wren works till 4:00, which means I need to get some serious reading done before she gets home. The life of an English Major is structured to try to make us hate the thing we love.

I feel significantly better today, though my mood wasn't helped by strange dreams. Every now and then I get a week-long stretch of vivid dreams and nightmares. I think it's a cyclical thing, but I can't decide what determines the cycle. Last night I had a dream about a girl that Trevor calls "Poison Sarah" (no relation to Comic House Sarah). I mean, the dream wasn't about her specifically, but she played a significant part in it. I dreamt that I came home from London and while I had been gone, Trevor had been sort of seeing this girl. It wasn't a serious thing, and it wasn't clear in the dream whether or not it had been romantic at all, I just knew they had spent a lot of time together. Everyone seemed to think this was a perfectly normal thing, and even I seemed not to be too bothered about it. I just remember coming home to our apartment (which in the dream looked nothing like our apartment in real life) and finding Sarah's books on the shelves, and mementos of the time they had spent together while I was gone. I don't really know how I feel about it yet, besides unsettled, but a lot of my dreams make me feel that way.

Time to give in to the call of breakfast. I don't think I'll be risking a waffle today or the disappointment that might come with it.