Strange dreams.

I forgot to post about something yesterday, and that was my dream that morning. So I was walking south on Anderson in the dark in that spot right before Pennsylvania and there was a bunch of high school kids standing around there. I was walking in really large steps that look really weird and conspicuous and make my hair bounce up and down and I was doing my usual thing where I look at the ground before me, then at them, then at the ground again, etc. So for some reason they don't like the way I looked at them and for some reason they decide to beat me up. So they're beating the shit out of me and I feel really powerless to do anything about it, and I'm shouting a them to stop and shit. Then I realize the whole time I was shouting in Russian. I try to say something in English but I find it really hard because I'm hurting so much. So then I notice Domier is the one holding my leg up and he says with that goddamn smile on his face and in a voice that sounds almost as though he's laughing, "I don't know, I think it's Chinese" so I manage to force out something along the lines of "Domier, what the fuck, quit being a dipshit." Although I find the dream just purely strange, what I have concluded is that Domier's stupidity is so deep-rooted it has forced itself into my dreams, which usually don't contain anything I know from real life and are purely a product of my imagination.

So I got my license today, although I had no idea where I was going since they changed the path from when I first got my permit. Now I need a car... Well I'm off.