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August 1st, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

I was sitting with a friend who was telling me about a dream he had the night before. He was sharing all the details and experiences of the dream, and it was absolutely fascinating. I was hanging on every word. Never before had I heard anything so interesting, so captivating.

All of a sudden, it occured to me: other people’s dreams are never interesting. Something was amiss.

I then realized I must be dreaming myself.

And sure enough, I woke up.

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