Last night, I dreamt that I was in some sort of school with Diarmuid Gavin teaching us all about the Second World War. I wasn't a kid, so it must have been an adult ed class; and it was outside in the fresh air and sunshine, in a park, which was nice. Anyway, an interesting discussion developed about something or other, and Diarmuid was just about to explain a very important point about whatever it was when he was interrupted by the sudden onset of snow. I remember that I thought that that wasn't so surprising for this time of year, which just goes to show how stupid I can be when I'm asleep.
I've had weirder dreams.
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