Lately, the same dream keeps returning to me, over and over. I wouldn’t call myself a person who trusts dreams. I don’t believe in prophecies or mystic signs, and I’ve never thought of sleep as anything more than rest. This blog was never meant for things like this. It’s a place for argument, for clarity, for the hard light of day, not visions. And yet, the dream comes back with such eerie detail, such deliberate structure, that it’s begun to feel like something more than just my mind wandering. I don’t know what it is. But I feel I have to write it down like I did the previous one. Not because I think it will come true, but because it won’t leave me alone.

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