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The night before last I remember part of one dream where I was in a house talking with William Shatner, my dad, and maybe one or two other people.
We walked around the house talking while doing various other things and Mr. Shatner & my dad & the others (if they were there), were talking about the past and how things have changed, and so it was nice getting to listen to their various stories/memories/et cetera.
I would ask questions and join in the conversation at times, but I mostly listened & learned things about the past.
