Woke up with borderline-nightmares of the science lab I wrecked where I developed my mental condition, thinking of the PI. I fee like, well in my visions, he is not a very understanding person, but maybe he was in reality and I never gave him a chance.
It’s hard to say who someone is until you meet the real version. Theory is… nothing. Decides nothing about a person.
And I am stupid to believe that it does.
Well anyway the dream was about coursework or something worth sweating your pants off about that I had to redo.
Except in the wrong subject?
I wonder what they had me down for this time…