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I couldn't sleep last night. I lay in a near-doze for hours, trying to truly sleep. Images ran through my mind like dreams, but created by my still-wakeful mind. I probably should have spent the time reading, to give it a purpose.
The night before, I dreamed about Dan for the first time in about 3 years. We were just hanging out at a park, we were talking and I was trying to figure out what he was thinking. (Much better than the last dream, in which he sweetly said he didn't want to be my friend anymore.)
