this was from weeks ago, i guess i forgot to put it down (or i'm just failing at blog searching):
my uncle and i had to walk a couple of of kilometres and i suggested we take what looked like a shortcut, it rapidly became steeper until it twisted like a roller-coaster and he kept walking until he fell 40/50m into hard sand. i managed somehow to swing down in stages to reach him and then woke up wondering if he was still alive.
writing this down here just got super creepy because we recently learned that the uncle in question has developed a horrible degenerative disease - myasthenia gravis - that he's been battling with, and i think i dreamed this before we found out.
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