The Short Flight of Fancy
It's amazing how refreshing naps are. Even if you're fairly caught up on your sleep schedule, it still feels amazing. Or it may just be I have some massive sleep debt that I never will actually pay off. Point being, naps are good. Better than sleeping, almost; you feel better after a nap in most general cases.
Speaking of sleep, and soon enough, psychology, I happened upon a peculiar dream yesterday night, when I did somehow fall asleep. It was fascinating, and it was peculiar. In this one, I managed to somehow end up as God, or something really close to it: I was basically an omnipotent deity for all intents and purposes. All I really did (that I can recall doing as of now) was cause some sort of plague. Or it might've been around beforehand, but I got the distinct feeling that I had a hand in it. I, of course, had the cure, but for some reason or another, I just chose not to do anything but watch. I just watched, then I made it rain in random circular paths on the earth. What was interesting was my mindset at the time: it was a sort of aloof, apathetic and oddly intrigued sort of state; it'd be like looking at something through a very, very thick pane of glass. More details will come back, and it'll get filed away in my head somewhere.
But it did make me wonder what a god would think, or how it would presumably think. And this whole question of meaning, which I might get more into another time.
I have one more exam tomorrow, which I am somehow studying for right now while managing to type up this entry. I should be focusing more on reading the book, which several people have accused of being a useless task. It's making me oh so much edgier than usual, which is off what I'd thought I would be feeling. I don't know why, but it might be the edgy music isn't helping any. On the flipside, I also want to finish the other book that I'd actually enjoy reading more. Maybe I'll stay up late to read it, which would be entertaining and counterproductive all at once: the evil of choices.