On my first night in Melbourne i dreamt i was watching a news programme but i didn't recognise anything or anyone on screen. Yet i expected to. There were children in maroon tassle-y jumpers and something to do with milk trucks. All i got.
Last night i dreamt Louise was wearing my maroon underwear, and i really wanted to wear them so got very angry at her. (I am now wearing my maroon underwear whilst typing this.)
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