Mr Bombastus

I dreamt I was leaving my old yeshivah and saying goodbye to everyone there. In the dream, the yeshivah, underground and somewhat cave-like as in real life, had its walls lined with aquariums, which provided the only light. The Rosh Yeshivah was not the real one, but two women, havrutha partners from before my time, one of whom teaches there today. It was old-school in that I had to ask their permission to leave, but they were completely gracious with me, almost otherworldly, not so much as I experience these people in real life but a little more like Galadriels.

My old Gemara teacher did write to me though, using his signature address of "Yoneleh." That makes life for today 1% less alienating.

For no reason, I'm learning a few pseudomagical alphabets, my favourite being the one invented by the amazing Theophrastus Bombastus van Hohenheim.