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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. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 other and wondered why on earth Smug Bastard would have told us he was dead. we were really confused, and didn't come up with a good answer for that before i woke up, and it was the second or third time i was remembering the dream before i realized it was in fact a dream, Smug Bastard didn't make anything up, and E really is gone.
very strange.
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 other and wondered why on earth Smug Bastard would have told us he was dead. we were really confused, and didn't come up with a good answer for that before i woke up, and it was the second or third time i was remembering the dream before i realized it was in fact a dream, Smug Bastard didn't make anything up, and E really is gone.very strange.