The new me is thinking about her dream.
A sort of long lost brother friend was hanging around to help, without me asking.
To be clear, he wanted to go socialize and party, but something in him was compelling himself to hang around and ask me if I needed help from him. I said it would be cool if he helped me move some bricks made of mud. There was a storage area I could access, to put away valuables, this dream...
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