So I’m here. And I’m tired too. I think I slept 13 hours again last night. I had one dream where I was preparing for the LSAT.
Actually.. I took the exam with nearly no preparation. Those who passed were given awards and a ceremony reminiscent of olympic games. The final passing grade was to be either given to me or some other boy. There was a drumroll. I won. Oh, I won. I couldn’t believe it. What were the chances? I hadn’t even studied. I attributed my success to my firm belief in my ability to win.
As I took my place next to skippy and eminem I saw my parents down below. My dad was crying.. he couldn’t believe it either. I turned around and barely dodged a blow from my newest combat instructor. He wore a black bandanna like an eye patch.
Each swing he took was followed by a small trail of bubbles from his mouth. They had a very pleasant easing (out) movement but I couldn’t watch them too long. The moment I directed too much attention towards the bubbles I felt my sternum crunch under my opponents palm.
There were apologies all around. He was trying to tie the bandanna around my torso. It wouldn’t reach but he kept trying, slowly squeezing my body thinner and thinner. Each movement he made became more primitive. I was at this point I recalled that I was asleep. I tried to remember the past days events in order to gain full lucidity.
Truck. Bus. Truck. And then there was the zipline and the simple violin tune. No wait. I think that was a dream too. It’s hard to remember but I think it was shingle outside.
You see before ‘heroes’ there was plain old magic. These three brothers were practitioners of illusion. I wore my coat because it looked like paper and stretched to fit my shape. It reminded me of that one band. The one with the paper cutouts, remember? And then they attacked. Except it wasn’t their real attack. It hurt so bad but it was just a fake one. They sent the little flames to follow me. I kicked the short one and he split in two.
Game over man.. They muttered submission while shuffling out the glass doors. I think I might agree. School of Conjuration > School of Illusion.