I fell asleep in my
English class as everyone was giving summaries of the chapters of
Frankenstein. This caused me to dream the sequel to Frankenstein. I was Margaret Saville and I was reading Robert Walton's letters to me, only he was talking about his dear
Elizabeth. There was going to be a wedding onboard and Victor Frankenstein, played by my friend, Ben, was onboard as a bounty hunter being chased, something to do with the death of Elizabeth (who was now marrying Robert Walton?) The ship was then invaded by a nude man and his
crewmates of the
Sephora (which was in
Conrad's
The Secret Sharer). I was mixing up a whole bunch of stories. I put the letter down and I walk outside in some
nomad tribe where I see myself
burning in effigy. I run into Ben and another boy from my English class, Adam, and they're telling me about this epic they are writing based on
Beowulf with a bunch of the characters from
Asimov's
Foundation Series. The entire thing is in some germanic language (like
Old English) and Adam whispers to me that Ben will be kicked out of the credit lines because his writing really sucks. I told him that's a lie, and we laughed at this, but then something happened...
Joseph started doing some impersonations of Frankenstein's monster and I woke up.