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In my late teens and early twenties I had a friend named Matt. We drifted apart after he went through a rough tragedy and started using heroin. I hadn't spoken to him in about three or four years when one night I had a dream about him. It was one of those intensely real dreams where you wake up surprised you were dreaming. I mentioned this to my girlfriend, telling her about the vivid dream and about Matt, who she didn't know. I never talk about my dreams or even remember them. We get home that evening, hit play on the answering machine and..."Hey Eric! It's Matt!"
My head damn near exploded.
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Unvaxxed, still alive.
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