Opaque Glass

Last night my dream was so real and thoroughly endowed with meaning. But just like most times I dream, I rolled over and went back to sleep and hence forgot most of it. I will try to recall what I can here.

I don't know exactly how it began, but I think I was the servant to some immortal figure, gluttonus and corrupt. He always had a girl with him, and when he found another eplacement girl, he would kill the first one. I served him pizza, but instead of eating it, he smothered it all over his face, citing that it absorbed the grease. At some point, maybe before that, I was lost in Rush Rhees library, on the 11th floor, and I couldn't find the 12th floor for the life of me. Finally I ran into a janitor who directged me to stairs that led to the 12th floor, but not before I explained to him something. I don't remember what it was.

Then I think I may have woken up, then fell bask asleep and dreamed again. This time I related something to the movie Rocky Balboa. Susan, my 4th dimensional self spoke to me. She told me to stay focused and do my work, she spoke some sort of prophecy to me, perhaps about my own death? I really don't know. I should have paid for attention to it. Hopefully more of it will come back to me.