this morning's dream was about traveling -- i was on a bus on the way to the airport (possibly along with a bunch of school kids?), going to catch a plane to south africa.
datlowen was there, too, but i didn't notice this until i saw that i was sitting next to E from curling, who died six weeks ago. he was right there, laughing, and
datlowen and i looked at each
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