i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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"Put a blanket."
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
barren land
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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