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One of the earlier dreams I remember was of being stuck on a train, and I knew it was doomed to crash, but there was no exit door or window I could get out through, and nobody else was taking me seriously.
One from recently was that I dreamed my good friend and comrade, who had been the most cautious of all of us about the plague, caught it and died. I bawled my eyes out for the rest of the dream, and remembered the dream only when I next heard from him in waking life and reflected on how glad I was that he’s alive.
