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Because my desk is right next to hers, it's really driving me kind of crazy. She is nice though - you know what I mean? Saturday night I dreamed that I was sitting on the couch in our new house. I looked up to see a young blonde boy - maybe 8 years old, stocky with curly hair - walking fast through our living room. He was holding something tight to his chest and when he turned his head to look at me, he was laughing. I jumped up and followed him into the office, grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around to face me. Who are you? I asked him, panicking. Who are you? I'm still not quite sure why this dream child scared me so, but last night I hardly slept at all. 2:29 pm - 08.08.05
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