One of my managers had brought me my bronze beetles which had already been metal chased with patina. I was looking at them and admiring them when he said “Oh, I coudn't help myself but to finish them!” And I had a feeling of a mix between relief that I didn’t have to do the work, and surprise that he would even want to do it.
Another section of a dream involved me doing something I'm editing out in my room, and my brother happened to be in the other room. I only realized that afterwards. I felt extremely awkward and embarrassed, and woke up wondering if that was a dream or a memory, hoping to hell it was a goddamn dream.
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