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Last night, (or was it the one before) I had an interesting dream. Somehow, I was checking out some cranes, and then I met some old friends from primary school who were on a public tour and climb of cranes.
There was one of those seamless dream transitions, and I was on the arm of the crane. It was flexible like rubber. It flopped everywhere while I was holding onto it, and it was fun. Very weird.
Then again, this dream does make sense; I saw all these new cranes popping up around my area, and the day before, I was playing on this flying fox kind of thing with some flexible thing attached. Not sure where the tour and friends came from though. Might just be me being lonely.
