I was a boy?/man?/whatever? male gender. I was drawn to see a girl. She was behind some kind of clear plastic tent, and she would talk and sing. Then I woke up and wondered if that girl was actually me, and why there had to be that kind of barrier. Strange that a happyish dream could elicit a somber, tearscoursingdowntheface sort of reaction. Why I am in that tent? And how to get out of that tent? It remains to be seen.
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