stay in bed and dream

Strange dream last night. Professor L. has finally cleaned his office up and taken some of his library books back, so his place isn't quite so dusty and cluttered. (Anyone looking for Dostoevsky criticism in the PCL can now find it too. Which I could have used last semester.) Last week when I saw him I noticed he'd brought some of his interesting old clocks and lamps up, along with some photographs he took in random places in America. I was dreaming about sitting in that green leather chair, talking about the desert with him. He showed me this complicated bracelet he had been given by some Hopi madman. I kept counting the beads, but there were thousands of them it seemed. All sparkling in the lamp light, so I kept having to start again.

The phone woke me up again. I should learn to unplug that. But it was the first good dream I've had all week and that makes me happy. Today I should study some Czech, eat a donught and go to Mass. I've put off being responsible all week long.