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  • Dream No.1

    I dreamt that my friend showed me an alternative method of tying a Windsor knot. He demonstrated the tying technique, while I intently watched. On the final tug of the knot, a tongue of Queen Anne's lace popped out and protruded from the tie like an Elizabethan ruff. He looked very dapper and dandy in his neck tie. I told him how impressed I was by his dress skills. He was a magician extraordinaire. I awoke in awe.

    Dream No.2

    I dreamt about a morbidly obese football hooligan from Essex, who was heavily illustrated with tattoos listing varieties of potato; King Edward, Maris Piper, Vivaldi & Desiree. His name was Spud. I awoke in a sweat.
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