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I dreamt that i was in a big plane and when i got out of my seat to use the bathroom, i came back and my backpack had been stolen. It was really sad because i immediatly began to accuse everybody of having taken it. The comfortable feeling i had of all the passangers being friends was suffocated by me needing to find my backpack and interrogate everybody. I became incredibly sad in this situation, and more and more, until i realized i needed to calm down, that it was just a dream. But i still felt robbed, even after waking up.

Tenariffa, Dezember 2005