I had a good dream. I usually just have epic apocalyptic dreams about escape, packing and unpacking, and trying to find something I've already packed, usually very dangerous, suspenseful, unnerving and stressful. This one seemed to be post-apocalyptic for once. And I finally felt at ease and content.
I try to remember what Janine said: All that matters is that it was a good dream.
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