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I dreamed I was trying to leave Rome on a train to get to France and was staying in a hostel overnight. For some reason I was going to go to a nightclub with a bunch of other people staying there, one of whom was mysteriously Lucian. I think I decided against it when I realised that both of us were going to be wearing the same outfit (not one either of us, with our very contrasting styles, would ever wear) and while L is okay wearing skirts I am very much not, and the sheer top half of the thing made me worry that because of the skirt as well they'd think I was a girl with boobs out rather than a dude with a bare chest even though, in my dream, I was post-surgery. Then after everyone had gone I went for a wander in the late night town (more like Shrewsbury than Rome tbh, and very quiet) and it was fine. I didn't go to the club. I went back to the hostel, spoke to a couple of people, got into bed and read a book for a bit. Fine. Nice hostel, too, much nicer than ones in real life.