Last night I dreamed, among other things, that I saw myself walking through a green field, wearing a purple sweater with a long yellow top underneath, and holding a yellow telephone on my shoulder. The phone was just balancing there where the neck of my sweater turned over and bunched up. I didn’t look like I needed to hold it down with the side of my jaw, or scrunch my shoulder up to keep the phone from falling off. Affixed by some mysterious and powerful force, the phone simply rested there beside me as I walked.

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