I remember another dream. Well, some of it. I was in a social situation, and for some bizarre reason became fixated upon my top, which was black—I wanted to change it to a red one which I happened to have handy, but under the circumstances it was kinda difficult.
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Strange dream last night. It was about some CD albums I own, but their titles seemed to be slightly ‘wrong,’ making me paranoid about them—like I thought I’d bought the wrong versions or something. Really silly, pointless stuff. When I woke up, I almost went to check the titles on the things, but I quickly got a reality check. I don’t really enjoy dreams like that. They’re not particularly symbolic or creative… just confusing.
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