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In my dream this morning, I was having a serious discussion, possibly about sex, with this guy M. from high school. It's odd really because I don't know that I ever had a significant conversation with him in my entire life. I suppose he was one of the cool "bad boys" at our school, by which I mean he was popular but not a member of the crew and track teams (as most of the Aryan Youth uebermenschen were). My only notable memory of M. is him running around shirtless at a late night basketball game and then going off to screw G., a chick on whom I had a bit of a crush. In retrospect, I'm uncertain which of the two was the source of my jealousy.