Dreamed that my grandma h. assigned essays on the lessons learned from brothers k that we had to write in order to graduate from our Shimer summer camp. But a flood was coming and the chandelier in her trailer was flickering and none of us had prepared for the essay so she told us to come back in 2 weeks with completed essays on the day of the ceremony when we would float candles for the dead. We were all grateful. Especially me because sections of my notebook paper were blacked out before I even wrote a thing and my thoughts were censored because of it. I needed a gel pen. And a pool noodle to float on in case the flood came early.