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The joint that cuts itself in the dream
I'm in the workshop, but the light is wrong — it's that grey-blue hour before dawn. I reach for my chisel, and the wood parts like butter, every grain lining up just so. Then I wake up and realise I've been dreaming about a joint I can't actually cut right yet.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. Used to dream I had the perfect segue—two songs that bled into each other like they were made for it. Woke up and the playlist was just the same tired shuffle.