7.
I had a dream last night. It was of me and Mina, and a lot of other people I didn't recognise. Mars wasn't there, but Alex was (speaking of which, I haven't seen them in a while. I wonder where they got off to).
We were fighting, I think. I was angry. Really angry. I don't remember what for, or the rest of the dream. It felt really lifelike, that's why I'm writing this down now so that I don't forget.
I forgot. I don't remember writing this or the dream; and reading this feels like I'm reading some vaguely familiar story. It's disconcerting and I hat it. It's been around 12 hours since I went to sleep, meaning that I wrote that entry sometime in that time frame.
Not remembering is weird.
Suppose I'd be used to it now though. I still don't like it, anyways.
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