My dreams aren't making much sense these days...
I was trying to go to Costa Rica and so was this girl I used to go to school with. It was raining.
Aretha Franklin was there.
We were in Langsam Library. I think it was kind of like a fall-out shelter but people worked in there and had stations where they worked their shifts. It was like a desk and whatever equipment you needed to do your job. People in charge would come around and check your stations to see if someone was there. As long as someone was in that spot working, they didn't care.
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