I dreamt I was back in high school, or something very much like it. As you can imagine, it was an enormous relief to wake up and escape.
People I know do inhabit my dreams, but they always seem two-dimensional somehow. Even those closest to me, who I've known the longest, in "real life." But it's as if I'm not encountering the actual person, just the limited representation that is my own mere perception of them. It's the people I've never met who seem exactly as real as they ever were - the ones where all I ever knew was my own partial understanding, from books or media.
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