June 17, 2002
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On the dream front. We (Kristin, Meghan, Nelson, Elizabeth, Elias, and a few other faces I couldn’t make out) were driving in Kristin’s uncle’s (Neil Diamond apparently) van. It was September 11th, 2001. We were in NYC, near the towers, and when the buildings began to fall. They all bailed out and ran. Deserting me all alone and helpless.
Analysis anyone?
