Dream

Had a very odd dream last night.

I was dying of a terminal illness. I had accepted it and was prepared to die but was a bit miffed that everyone I knew was a little too accepting of it.

In one sequence I needed to get to a hospital and Nicktor didn’t give me a lift.

In another, I was telling a story at a dinner party, pretending to be a German physicist. The guy I was talking to (Jack from Lost) suddenly laughed. When I asked him what was funny, he said the woman at the end of the table had put a sack on her head.

I’m thinking it all means I’m just a bit too self obsessed.

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