I dream that I’m in line in front of a store, waiting to go in. I’m standing a bit on the side, and when it’s my turn and I step ahead people get angry at me because they think I just arrived.

I protest that I’ve been there the whole time. I ask a blond guy, doesn’t he remember me?

He doesn’t. I have to go back at the end of the line.

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Then I dream that I’m chatting with a red-haired girl. She’s a bit chubby and really pretty. It’s night and we are sitting somewhere in a town made of brown stone.

I ask her if I can take her picture, she’s a bit shy but she says yes. The photo turns out pale and out of focus, her nose is gone, her eyes are wide and she looks like a fish.