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Last night I dreamt I was riding my daughter's tricycle down the interstate. I fit in it, somehow, and was peddling for all I was worth to stay with traffic. I was taking it in for maintenance, but when I got to the shop they were looking at me like I was a lunatic. I insisted it had gone 100 miles and needed an oil change, and the guys were just staring at me. In the dream, I was angry they weren't taking me seriously, but I also had some level of consciousness that was cracking up at how ridiculous it all was.
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