Last night was strange. I stayed at the office until nearly 10 p.m. to do some reading, and had a big bowl of Chris' sweet potato & apple soup when I got home. That might explain the disturbing dreams I had, which included trying to evade the presence of B.C., the man responsible for putting through 8 months at the ORCC. Sometimes he shows up in my dreams, where he's always roaming around looking for me. And I always see him before he sees me, and I try to slip away or run off before he can speak to me. Also dreamt that Beebers was in his wicker basket, extremely weak but still alive. I could hardly understand what was going on, but it was as though he were drifting out of hibernation. I felt such a mixture of love, pain and intense fear of him dying again. My dreams were so intense that I don't even remember poking Chris in frustration to stop his snoring, which I apparently did.

I should cut this short. I'd write more, but unfortunately I have a mid-term tomorrow and should keep preparing for that instead of paying attention to the silly collection of irrelevant thoughts on this blog...