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Another fave: I dreamed my wife and son were leaving for Mars and would probably not return to Earth in my lifetime (the science in the dream supported this somehow). Filled with dread, I planned my suicide for the day after their launch. I went around telling everyone my plan. Everybody was very sympathetic, upset but understanding. My wife and son did take off for Mars, and suddenly it came to me that I really didn't want to kill myself after all, and I had to go around and tell everyone I'd changed my mind.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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