I am at work in the call centre talking to Jon. Other people are about. I am worried that Jon wants to speak to me about something I have done wrong - but then think maybe he has an opportunity. I realise I am dreaming. Jon freezes still. I go out of the call centre into the warehouse room and fly up onto the mezzanine, landing before Jot. This dream did not feel truly lucid - in some ways not quite a dream - but the kind of thinking you get just before sleep. The dream seemed to lack the vividness of dreams.
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