Last night I dreamt...
I am performing a TS Eliot play but we have not rehearsed and I have no way of knowing which lines are mine. I notice at one point from a pencil note in my old Faber edition (with a faded blue paper cover) that I read this play in 2015 (it had the exact date but I forget).
It's a stressful experience and I am happy to wake.
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