I dreamed of meeting the Messaiah of an Archetypal Realm.

He was literally a baby, and we communicated telepathically. I knew his name, but he didn't want to tell it to me. He was shy. He also knew that, if he told me, he'd have to not be a kid, not grow up with normal family stuff, and miss a lot of things, and those were things he really wanted to do. But he smiled, as he thought about losing them, because he knew it would have to happen, eventually. It was wistful, sad, and wonderful.

After that, i dreamed of Battling Ming Tsai, on Iron Chef: America. He made these awesome hickory-grilled apples, and kicked my ass, right around the time i woke up. We were o nly at the judging, but i knew he'd beaten me. I wasn't upset, though.

Today has been an odd day. A lot of newar misses, with people, and such.

Tomorrow, i get my hairs cut, I buy rope, and some tarps, I turn in my tuition, and... some other stuf, too, i guess.

I'm off. R Thomas, tonight. Haven't been in Ages.

Back later.