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Monday 19th May 2008
Don? Is that you? How odd. At some point during the afternoon I suddenly remembered: I dreamt that I dreamt last night. Does that count as a lucid dream? I was sat around a table, with a few friends, and there was the elusive Don, sat opposite me. Suddenly, it dawned on me, "I can't be sat at a table here with you, Don. This doesn't make any sense. This must be a dream. I'm dreaming." So I knew I was dreaming and yet the dream carried on, persisting. That was it.
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