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I'd been meaning to mention this...
I dreamt recently that I was at work during the school year, though the library I work in had apparently undergone rennovation. It was a story or two taller and had several spare staircases. The top floor was more like a lounge. In any case, I wasn't quite to work, really. I was in my dorm, running a bit late. I knew I was going to be a minute or two late because I needed to grab food and a cup of coffee on my way. And my phone rang.
"Hey, Fea."
"..."
"It's me, [the phantom]."
"How'd you get my number?" Ever logical, yours truly. Worried about the details.
And he explained something about how he'd done something incredibly clever and he'd had my cell number for a while, but as he hadn't needed to use it, he didn't bother mentioning it, and whatever.
"Okay. So you need it now?"
"I'm in town. I thought we might meet up and have coffee or something."
"I'm on my way to work."
"I know. I was going to stop by."
"Right. I've got to go. I'm going to be late and I still need food and coffee."
And so I promptly forgot he'd called and went to work. A short time later, as I was shelving or something (though it seemed more interesting in the dream than it ever does for real), I remembered he was coming.
So I made a point to head up to the top floor of the library where I found him studying with a pretty girl who happened to be his girlfriend.
"Hey, Fea."
"Hi. Sorry, I forgot you were here."
"No problem. Just watching the game." And I realize there's a television broadcasting some sort of sport.
"You know I can't stay long, right? I mean, I'm at work."
"Yeah, that's fine."
I think he may have mentioned Boromir88.
It was certainly interesting...
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