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The WW2 talk is making its way into my dreams, I think, because last night we stood in long lines in '40s gear and waved our arms in unison. A-of-the-school-days right in front of me, in a grey dress and hair all bunned up. [It's strange - A, and K, H, and J, of the school days, they all keep turning up in my dreams, year after year after year, and I've barely seen any of them since high school (didn't even really know them during high school). And yet, constantly in my dreams, and terribly emotionally charged dreams. And H is always there to rub my face in all my failures, and K and J I keep making out with and getting engaged to (didn't ever think of them that way when I knew them, I don't think), and A keeps me company at the oddest moments. There's a code to this that I need to crack.]

And stress, so bug dreams. Gotta love those.