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Dreaming. Reminding myself to remember. Forgetting almost all of it.
It was a restaurant, not in a building. None of it. Absolute. It wasn't a capitalist kind of thing, not like walking around relative reality restaurants. Just one guy popped up with some gourmet dish. I was not displeased. I was polite.
The only other thing I remember was a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be dreaming about these people.
Not like someone would punish me. Just these were not people to waste time around.
pipe up any time....
