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Today's dream was of me at a class gathering at a place with a lot of trees. The usual people were there. My classmate and I were wondering around and we found a tall white fridge. Inside was frozen food and cereal boxes and milk. I poured myself some cereal into a grey ceramic bowl and filled it with milk. I said something to my friend without eating. When I glanced down, the cereal had turned into masses of short hair.

I returned it back into the fridge and closed the door. The door opened and a man who owns a provision shop downstairs in real life, stepped out. He talked to me as though we were good friends and we walked through the trees, his arm around my shoulders.