Sanitation workers across the city change their schedules in order to better avoid rush hour traffic. It’s hailed by most New Yorkers as a good move, but for Elaine, this means loud garbage trucks compacting waste as early as 4:00 in the morning, causing her to lose an unhealthy amount of sleep….
Last night I had a dream that I came into possession of a cursed katana. As cursed katanas tend to do, it began to take over my psyche—its power fed my ego such that I became more evil and abandoned my own trusty weapon, Sofie (whose return to me in real life last week was rather unsung). In the end Sofie somehow managed to break me out of the curse, resulting in my splitting into two: me wielding Sofie and a darker version of me wielding the katana. The dream ended logically, with an obvious epic final battle between me and evil me. After a drawn-out fight over various terrains, I parried, riposted, and thoroughly dispatched my enemy, who then vanished along with the katana. I expect to see him again.
I should also note that I am relatively certain that I head Guile’s Theme from Street Fighter playing during the final fight, further proving that, even in dreams, the theme does indeed go with everything, as the meme has made clear.
Go ahead, read that first paragraph again with this playing in the background:
- Luis: Why are you reading ancient greek porn? This isn't Hagerty's class
- Me: Hahah this is what happens when you get to the upper levels in classics,
- Me: Eventually, it's ALL porn
- Luis: I approve