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I had a strange dream last night. A friend gave me this heavy, silver ring. I remember very clearly how it's weight felt in my hand, and the coolness of it's mass around my finger. Then said friend, his partner, and I think a few other people I know were on a train that had some kind of accident and they died. I think it was part of the same dream later on when my mother said she was going to go and live in Moose Jaw, Canada, to lean more about farming I think. I wasn't even sure if there really was such a town until I looked it up this morning. (It's in south-central Saskatchewan.) The theme seemed to be things ending or changing. I wonder what that was all about.

Then there were much more pleasant dreams about the woman I was sleeping next to. Those were very nice.

This morning, as I drove to my friend's place to help with his side business again, my throat felt a bit sore. As I work, my nose seems to be starting to run. I'm concerned I may be starting to come down with something again. Not cool, little microorganisms. Not cool.