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Last night, I dreamed about lexical analysis, nosebleeds, colds, and being terribly guilty for something or other.
I also dreamed about cities on Mars, an underground medieval civilisation which worshipped the circle of light it recieved from the outside world until a big stone seal with torches burning on it was placed over the hole, and the torches snuffed out, subsurface service stations on large asteroids with skies and red sand, white-painted-metal-and-glass above-ground entrance halls, and generally the adventures involved in the escape of a holographic boy from his creators.
I also dreamed about cities on Mars, an underground medieval civilisation which worshipped the circle of light it recieved from the outside world until a big stone seal with torches burning on it was placed over the hole, and the torches snuffed out, subsurface service stations on large asteroids with skies and red sand, white-painted-metal-and-glass above-ground entrance halls, and generally the adventures involved in the escape of a holographic boy from his creators.
