This is the beginning of a dream log.
A dream log.
A dream.
A dream about...
It was the day of the competition again. I was there but nobody else was except the narrator. The inventor kept popping in and out of the skit. The machine we had built wasn't working. Again. Except it worked on the real competition day. It just kept not working in the dream and the dream wouldn't let me out until something else came to absorb me. Except it wasn't scary. And I woke up relieved.
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