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My dreams seem to have no relationship with reality. Often in my dreams I am driving on familiar but unrealistic roads. Only occasionally am I interacting with people I know. Two nights ago, I encountered Her Majesty in a parking lot as she was getting into a car. A very stone faced man gave me a look which told me I had not seen anything.
After more than two decades I still have the occasional dream about walking into an account and finding large gaps in our milk display, or opening the back of a truck and realizing certain pallets of product didn't make it to our distribution depot.
They can stop any time.
From time to time I have a dream of having a conversation with my father or mother. Those always make me feel good upon waking.
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Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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