So in the past few days I've had a couple really weird dreams.
The first one had Bruce on one of those old trains, standing and calling to some woman, who was running alongside. I think he was urging her to hurry, to jump up with him. When she tried, she fatally impaled herself on a fence and he just rode away on the train in silence past suburbs.
In the second one, someone I knew (can't remember who) had a bottle of absinthe and wasn't correctly preparing drinks with it so I took it from them and went away to drink it by myself, because they weren't worthy. I then proceeded to find a slotted spoon and pour myself a glass.
I'm obviously quite disturbed.
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