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Month: July 2019

Waking up in a pool of sweat

Good morning All! It’s 8 am on a Saturday. I woke up in a pool of sweat. I don’t normally see dreams. But saw one last night which I do not understand. The last image I have is I entered a room (they did not invite me in – it was still being arranged). Its ceiling was at least 3 floors high and painted in white. Almost like an atrium which has become a project office. And dangling from the ceiling was two sets of big boards with words and dates written in black. One had my name in English…