Got woken this morning by a text from Joe at 6:58am. Loud buzzing waking myself from the dream I was having about a man who had just sold his flat for 27,000 pounds, and was worried he did not have enough money to get married.
I blinked myself awake, and blearily read Joe's text:
'Just had dream. came to Brighton stayed at pauls flat. old woman lived there, you had won 50,000 pounds, i was jealous'
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