You wake up from a dream and say to yourself: Dude, that was messed up! How did my brain (with which I had thought I was rather familiar) come up with that? What manner of anxiety have I ignored so completely that my subconscious has produced a narrative that includes a disappointed princess who will not be cheered, a temple I must design and build out of bamboo, an enormous African snake that is trying to eat me, but who is really more annoying than dangerous, and....O.
I just figured it out.
Nevermind.
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