Dream 1 Black leather couches, backwards. Forwards. A man in a suit walks to me, backwards. Forwards. The lights flicker on, backwards. Forwards. I don't know why, but I scream, backwards. Forwards. Finally, time starts in it's regular order, forwards. Backwards.
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