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[starchaserkat]

I had the strangest dream last night that I was moving from one house to another, and that I was part of some family that doesn't really exist. I don't remember much but moving things, and this weird magical feeling that seemed to pervade the air that had something to do with the house and high, three-story rooms with belongings left behind by other owners, and then there was a sort of tiny tail end of a dream that happened at the last moment that was so happy, and when I woke up, I had to let go of it and felt like crying. I couldn't, though, because Jennifer had realized I was waking up and was waving a scented candle in my face. I hate that feeling of a happy dream dissolving under the force of your waking mind, slipping right out of grasp.

I wish my dreams would leave me alone for once. And I wish life would work out like the wishful thinking of your dreams.

I got my comp back, at least, and the cafe has wireless.