I’m not sure how I feel about today. Right now I’m restless and agitated because the projects I just finished grading made me frustrated, and I don’t know what to do about the frustration. It’s sitting within my chest like an icky, stagnant pool of water. I wish it would wash away because the rest of the day was actually pretty decent.

I slept well, though I know the dream I had would / should be classified as a nightmare.

I don’t remember all that much about it. But there was a group of people, students, I think something like junior detective type people. They were looking for someone, chasing someone, and they had to go into this institute to find their suspect. It was like an old boarding school, only the door to the building didn’t open. It was more like a portal, so you had to try to walk through the closed door, and if you were “eligible” to attend the school you were able to make it to the other side.

One of the detective guys chased the suspect into the school, but once he was on the other side of the door he wasn’t sure where to go. I remember he talked to an instructor, but I don’t remember what was said, if it was advice or a warning. I just remember it was an important figure, but someone who was not directly involved.

The room had a library feel to it. I remember the room was lit with oil lamps and the walls were lined with books. Tons of books. And there were other people, dressed like the instructor, standing around reading, others sitting at tables leaning in close to each other in hushed conversation.

The detective guy ended up getting into a fight of some sort. He ended up in a dark corridor alone, I think he was scared.

I remember he was caught by surprise by an evil spirit with the face of a skull and eye sockets which were like black holes, pockets of infinite blackness, and bits of blood and flesh still clinging to the facial bone structure. It was a dirty, yellowed and grimy skull. Not a clean white one.

I remember that it was a female spirit, with I think white, stringy hair which floated behind her head, spread out sort of like a fan, so she seemed to take up more space than she actually did.

I remember that the detective became injured. He was “found out” and expelled from the building. The scene changed suddenly to the front of the building where the other detectives were waiting. They hadn’t entered yet. The original detective was suddenly thrown from the portal, his limp body arching through the air and hitting the ground, rolling down the steps of the building until stopping at the feet of the other detectives.

They gathered around the body, confused, unsure of what had happened or what to do. Red splatters hit the ground after a few seconds, catching their attention. They looked up, following the splatters. Their eyes trailed up above the door where they saw a statute of an angle her arms outstretched, which had begun to cry tears of blood. Bright, fresh red.

The other detectives became extremely alarmed at this, and charged through the portal door themselves, leaving the limp body of the original detective alone. I’m not sure if he was dead or not. He wasn’t moving. I couldn’t see if he was breathing.

I wasn’t part of the story. I was watching it happen. I woke up then. I don’t know who they were after, or why. I don’t know what happened to any of them. I don’t know why the angle was important. I don’t know why it was crying tears of blood, or why she was crying at all.

It left me more curious than anything, though the detail in the dream was extremely graphic.

I ended up stitching for a little bit this morning while I drank water. I had half a breakfast shake with half an apple again before going to the gym where I ran. My time was a little slower, only by 30 seconds, and I feel that happened because I ran a few longer intervals and a slower pace. I figured I should work on endurance a little bit.

Once I was done with the gym I came back home. Zane was awake by then. He had sent me the address for the assessment appointment and mentioned how he wanted to leave around 11 just to make sure we didn’t get snagged in the lunch traffic. Since it was located downtown it was a good idea to leave early anyway because we didn’t know what parking was going to be like, and since neither of use had been there previously, getting lost was also a possibility.

So after showering we headed out to the location, which we found fine. We ended up being 30 minutes early, were seen 20 minutes early, and done 10 ‘til 12. Talk about being on top of it.

Since that was done we went to my sports bar where we had lunch.

Afterwards we came home where I started the laundry. I had wanted to go to kickboxing later in the day and needed clean workout stuff. After starting the wash I decided to take a nap. My body was tired more than my mind, and it took me a bit to fall asleep. I don’t remember any dreams from my nap.

When I woke up I realized that going to the gym most likely wasn’t going to happen. I was still tired. Muscle tired. So instead I poked around online for a little bit, stitched another thread, then started my grading. Zane had switched the wash and brought it back inside, so currently it needs to be put away. I’m not thinking that’s going to happen tonight, though there’s no real reason for me not to do it other than laziness.

It sucks that out of everything that could have messed the day up that I’m letting work do it. I really should just let it go. If people don’t want to ask questions, or have their work checked before submitting it, or if they don’t want to check it themselves, that’s their priority.

I know as a student myself that I have knowingly gone against a project’s requirements because I was happy with my work the way it was, and I accepted that I was going to be docked points for the missing criteria.

When looking at it from the perspective a a student, maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh with my guys.

On the flip side, none of my projects have been continuations. The file my class works on has to meet certain marks because the file will be used in the second project for the class. So if the things we check for are wrong or missing you’re going to have to go back and add / fix them before you can move forward. And I feel the first project is so easy compared to when I went through as a student myself. I feel like there really isn’t a reason to not get a 100, especially when we offer to essentially pre-grade the file while the students are in lab.

There’s two sides to everything, and I should focus more on the fact that three students did extremely well. It’s discouraging when over half of the files seem to be half-assed, though.

Other than that not much has gone on. Because Clavan wanted the grading done tonight I messaged Ari in the morning to see about rescheduling our hang out time for Sunday afternoon. She won’t be free during that time frame, so at the moment we’re going to have to rain check our time for another week. I feel like a large burden has been lifted in that regard.

One thing I forgot to mention about yesterday was a pretty amusing conversation I had with Zane via Facebook. While I was in lab I received a message from him.

Zane: Guess what I found?
Me: Dignity?
Zane: … I’m done with you…

It burned so good! XD

I was proud of myself for that one.

That’s the type of playful banter we have with each other. He picked on me for the rest of the night for it, but it was so worth it.

Right now I’m in the room typing this up while he plays Assassin’s Creed. I think it’s the Black Flag game? Not sure if that’s what it’s actually called. It’s the one where you’re a pirate. I watched it for a little bit, but with all of the agitation inside me I didn’t want to sit still all that much. I didn’t want to watch a show, or smoke hookah, or go out for anything.

I mildly want something sweet to eat which frustrates me more. I am not a sweets person. At least I haven’t been until moving into the apartment. I don’t think I actually want it, it’s just habit now. Not a cool habit, bro.

I didn’t have my coffee this morning though, so I might use that as a remedy for this sweet tooth I seem to be developing. I’m super, uber not ok with it, so it will be remedied. Even if that means being a bit of a jerk and not buying sweet stuff anymore. Zane will soon have his own paycheck that he can spend on whatever he wants.

I think I’m going to shower again, and then have my coffee while listening to more of Dragonquest. I’m almost done with the audio book I’m pretty sure. I’ve been doing really well with drinking water both yesterday and today, but for some reason I’m running a little warm at the moment. Maybe a shower will help with that as well as relaxing from the frustration of work.

Then I can amp myself up on caffeine and stay awake all night. But that’s ok because I don’t work tomorrow. Woohoo. : D