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9:27 a.m. // 27 August 2004 I dreamed that I was playing poker with my boss and some people from my childhood. Except that I realized that I was doing really badly and not only did I not understand the game, but I couldn't read the cards. That's because instead of cards, we were using slices of banana (sliced vertically). My boss unpeeled a new banana; the last banana had had a small brown spot in it, but this one was almost all brown. So I said: "Sometimes, there's a turd in your banana. But other times, your banana IS the turd." This made the whole poker table laugh and then I woke up. In real life, my job might be changing for the better. More later as details unravel.
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