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(Speaking of which, I have a request for my brain too: dude, why are we suddenly dreaming about mundane stuff like keys, coffee machines and investors getting catty with me in hotel gyms like they’re my disappointed wife or something? (he was on a stationary bike and I joked, “put on your spandex and leave me alone.” Looks like my dreaming-self isn’t too good at these conversations…) )