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I dreamt I was standing in the enclosure where Tolkien kept his bins. Now, they had been replaced by the modern black, green and brown bins of Britain. I can't remember what I was doing there (what can you do in a small fenced bin enclosure?) but Sleepy was there working out.
The weird thing was, I couldn't see him. I just knew he was there. There wasn't even room to work out in the bin enclosure.
I'll go lie down now, shall I?
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