a dream of a dead friend

I dreamed I was returning to some kind of class after a couple of missed sessions. It proved to be a special class: Ricky was coming back to the school. He said something about being glad to be back and got a round of applause from the class.

Then people started slipping out of the classroom, citing things they had to do. I was about to present my quick version of the homework I’d just struggled to half-ass through when I woke up.

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