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I arrived to my office early this morning in order to get some lesson planning done. No classes on Fridays, but I wanted to get a head start on everything I have to do next week. Also, I've been having so many strange Dreams, I wanted to use the college's resources for research, and

The entire Religious Studies department had been graffitied. Up and down the walls, inside and outside of the offices. They broke the locks on the doors and turned over the offices. Thankfully, I didn't have much in mine. I've been assisting other professors in cleaning, after the police came and took statements and photos.

It's been a very, very long morning.

Oh my God. Hundreds of festival guests getting caught in sticky resin on the steps of the palace is incredibly funny in retrospect. But seriously? I don't know what Dream-Me was thinking. He was just so desperate At least it sort of worked, even if it made a disaster of a mess. He got a clue. A shoe.

My dream self appears to be stuck in a really bad, abusive relationship. And I'm stark raving mad on top of it. It did feel good to shoot him. Goes to show you even a psychologist can fall prey to this crap.

Now Red. She's a catch. I just wish I'd listen to her about how bad Mr. J is.

I had the strangest dream last night.