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I am grateful to be able to announce that I know I was dreaming a lot last night. I remember distinctly telling myself to remember these dreams as I was dreaming them, but all I, so far, have remembered about them was finding myself shocked that a famous guy — and I can't even remember which one — is British and not American.
I know it sounds silly, but this scares the snot out of me.
My dreams are seriously important stuff and I don't know how I'm going to pull out of all this awful stuff enough to function up to my potential without them.
That might be the point of such a hash being made of our atmosphere, but I worked too hard for too long to fail this badly.
pipe up any time....
