My sleep was odd again yesterday. I dreamed about a Tigon, but in my dream it was a tiny, vicious-looking thing. I watched it kill a cat. That part of the dream took place in my friend from uni's dad's garden. In the same dream I was living in the bedsit I lived in about thirty years ago, and lent the neighbours some keys that belonged to my brother, and the keys got lost. After I opened my eyes this morning, it took me two hours or so to feel calm enough to get up.
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