Recently, I’ve had this recurring dream where I’m having a lunch time stroll with people from work and we are all dressed up in fancy lemming costumes. While we’re walking along a mountain top, I suddenly realise we are way too close to the cliff edge, so I scream out but everyone ignores me and they continue arguing about who they think is the best looking lemming. Just as they start falling off the cliff, I wake up, relieved by my conviction that dreams aren’t real.
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