For the past three mornings I've woken up thinking that the day was Sunday. This morning I finally got it right.
I remember parts of my dream from last night, the part when I went to the store to buy canvas. The store did not have the size I had in mind, though I saw an old friend there and said hello. Normally, whenever I dream of old friends or those that I've met I wake up feeling a bit nostalgic. Not so today, though. How do you feel when you dream about old friends or acquaintances?
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