A really cool dream

So, I had a great dream. I haven't had a good, happy dream in two years. Really. They've all been about the same melancholy dreams until the last couple months when they started being "stress about the new kid" dreams. And then suddenly, my REM sleep cranks out a cool one. I was fighting the Phantom of the Opera! We were chasing each other up these ropes to the top of the Opera Garnier and fighting up there. Finally, I managed to knock him back so he ran away, but I was left hanging by my finger tips onto a bookshelf up near the ceiling, dangling over the opera. At the very end, I was looking at the shelf, trying to decide which book I should take as a souvenir of my fight, and wondering how much longer I could hold on. Then Steph woke me up. She said I was grunting and panting really loudly in my sleep, and she was afraid I was having a nightmare. I was rather glad she woke me though, or I might not have remembered it.
Ah, lovely.

Introduction

So, I had to create a blog in order to post a comment on Nathan Shank's blog. I don't blog much, though I sometimes send email updates to my friends. Anyway, I thought I'd give it one more go. Then I had to think of something interesting to title it. So, after debating for ten minutes, then walking around my library and staring at the shelves, I finally came up with "Singing-Masters of my Soul" which line most of you can probably identify. If you can't, well, then I won't tell you, so you can have the fun of looking it up. But it's talking about who and what makes your soul go on even when your body is wearing out. In spite of the fact that I'm still young and in good health, I sincerely appreciate the "singing-masters," those who teach me what life and love and beauty are all about, considerably more than my physical existence. All those people who I love and value deeply--the ones who teach me and make me grow and make me want to be better than I am. Thanks.