Serafine Divinium Goggles, Etc.

I'm having a teenage regression moment this morning and thought to myself that it'd be great catharsis and an effective mental head smack to announce it publicly. It really is silly.

For no known reasons, I'd have to say that I'm grief-stricken. Pah! Total nonsense! Nightmares last night didn't help; there were Steven-dying dreams and Jesper-getting-killed dreams and a kind of hilarious random one:

I parked my mom's yellow limited edition VW GTI in a huge grass parking field on my first day of high school. Later, I couldn't remember where I'd parked it and ran around this grassy, car-filled expanse for hours as I searched. I returned to school and sat down to eat with my friends, among whom was my real high school (and adulthood) friend, A, and Batman, too. The three of us were discussing why we were returning to high school, since we all had master's degrees or JDs. Batman held up a thick sheaf of papers and told us that it was written in state statute that we had to be there (I know where THAT part of the dream came from!). A was dressed to the nines and looked smirkily at me while he donned a pair of hip aviator goggles. He said, "and just to let you know, you're not going to find your car unless you're wearing the Serafine Divinium Goggles." Batman was impressed. A looked so absurd waggling his eyebrows that I cracked up and woke up!

Heh, I feel better now.

More to come later!