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Part of my dream last night:
Walking in joe's mum's loungeroom (from where I was sleeping) and collapsing to the ground, fitting and trying to call out to joe who was sleeping on another couch. My throat was so dry, and blocked, I couldn't make any sounds, so I slapped my hand on the ground over and over but still couldn't wake him.
Walking in joe's mum's loungeroom (from where I was sleeping) and collapsing to the ground, fitting and trying to call out to joe who was sleeping on another couch. My throat was so dry, and blocked, I couldn't make any sounds, so I slapped my hand on the ground over and over but still couldn't wake him.