I... think I finally made it.
Today I graduated with my Bachelors of Science in Earth Science*, the first real step towards a childhood dream of being a scientist. I'm still pretty shell-shocked, I'm sure I'll have more to say later. I have promises to keep/And miles to go before I sleep.
*Geology, for any institution that doesn't have a strange naming scheme like mine.
For reasons yet unknown I've always had extremely vivid, full color dreams both good and bad. Most dreams are lost after wakening in the rush to get ready for school; and sometimes I go through a series of tormenting nights when I get only nightmares for no clear reason.
I don't subscribe to seeking meaning in dreams, but then there are those dreams that make me wonder where they came from and why I remember them so clearly.
A couple days ago I had a dream of that latter category.
There was a city.
It was something out of another age. The towers themselves were these elegant spires of wrought metal, with patinaed copper, bronze and brass