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If this is not a dream I cannot imagine what is; it's a classic nightmare scenario
I am in the office of one Malorie Clapet, associate professor of psychology at [text garbled] College. There is an ID badge here with my photograph on it, a pile of essays to be marked, and notes for a lecture that I am apparently meant to give this afternoon.
I haven't had this nightmare since I was in graduate school
And there is a photograph here on my desk of me and a man I do not recognise.
For the love of god, someone tell me you're out there. Angelica? Arthur? Eames? Bill? Someone?
I am in the office of one Malorie Clapet, associate professor of psychology at [text garbled] College. There is an ID badge here with my photograph on it, a pile of essays to be marked, and notes for a lecture that I am apparently meant to give this afternoon.
I haven't had this nightmare since I was in graduate school
And there is a photograph here on my desk of me and a man I do not recognise.
For the love of god, someone tell me you're out there. Angelica? Arthur? Eames? Bill? Someone?