Huh, so do I! But now I can't stop thinking about it. Like what's that white ball? Why's he so... despondent? Why'd the mugger not take anything? ARGH, I can't fill in the blanks...
Yes they are, quite helpful! Though I can't really say when I run off, I just... do, and hope I get back in less than fifteen minutes...
Dream, yes. It was.... I don't know, an actor or male model or something, sitting at a vanity and staring at his reflection forlornly. After a while he waves someone away and picks up a bag, putting it over his shoulder and leaving the building and walking fast down the sidewalk, then crossing the street and sliding down the embankment to another small sidewalk and to the pier. He takes something white, about the size of a baseball, out of his pocket and stares at it, then throws it into the ocean.
After he finally leaves that area he takes a shortcut through a small tunnel and before he makes it out, an ugly little man mugs him with a knife. I can't understand anything they say but the guy hands over his bag and the little guy turns it over and papers and small books fall out. The little guy glares at the man and leaves him with a parting punch, and while thunder rumbles he kneels down to pick everything up, but it starts to blow away in the wind...
Not so bad, really. Feeling a bit... 'meh' so I kind of go on impromptu walks around the house and yards that'll last about five or ten minutes at a time... Otherwise, pretty good! Had a bit of a weird dream, though...
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