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It’s been very very strange these days. I have weird dreams, not that they're unpleasant. One of my dreams consists of me, dressed in my usual attire with my bag slung over my shoulders. I was standing in the middle of a whole sea of shelves (like the ones you see in the lower school library) stuffed with old school classics that I loved to read but haven’t read for a long time. Like, Dicy's song and all these books I used to read in 4th/5th grade; Martin the Warrior, Red wall, Bridge to Teribethia. The ground was carpeted with an arabesque design, and the lighting was perfect. And then, suddenly I realize that my metal ruler was broken in two clean halves. That was so wtf. I wonder if the broken ruler meant anything, but I couldn’t find anything in the dreams interpretation books so I read about witchcraft instead.