November 20, 2015

We were going up an outdoor escalator while it was dark to get in line for a ride at an amusement park. Someone said how they wanted to to go but didn’t have the money.

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Someone asked me what I was dreaming about last night and added that I was talking in my sleep while flailing my arms. I recounted to them a dream where I was walking in a supermarket with tall shelves filled with cardboard boxes around me while I was looking for my father.

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The person to my left picked up a graded test with particularly atrocious handwriting and I asked if that was theirs. They said they were picking it up for a friend that was absent.