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The other night I had a dream I was hiking through one of those big concrete drainage ditches, because I had a flight to catch in a couple of hours and needed a bath, and there was supposed to be a hidden lake somewhere along the concrete, and somewhere along the way, I met this guy who had been waiting in this one chunk of the ditch for twenty years because some people told him he was the chosen one and told him to wait there, and I tried to convince him that that was the exact same thing as a Stephen King novel that I had just finished reading, which was, in fact, about the exact same thing, and also I've never read any Stephen King books, but that's beside the point. Eventually I found the lake, and found a woman taking her possum/raccoon thing for a swim, so I realized I couldn't take a bath there anyway. Then her possum/raccoon thing decided to play with me, so it jumped out of the water, and started latching onto and wrestling with and biting my hand and arm.