Two.

Once I dreamt I was stabbed, and I can still feel the sensation of a blade tearing my flesh, despite having never had more than a nick.

Plus a super real, super long dream that spanned decades. I lived an entire other life. I grew up with a best friend either named Emma, or Emily. I saw her every day. We grew up together, had families alongside each other, lived our entire lives. I still miss her, despite the fact that she never existed.

Patiently waiting for party parrot to make its way over

I just saw someone on one of my fb groups saying she’s heard a lot about reddit lately and wanting to make an account and asking how it works.

I tried to ward her off but the negative press just seems to be enticing new users.

4th July is of no note in the UK. Working, doing the same as any other day!