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[this post was finally recovered on 12 October 2018]
I remember fragments of a dream from last night:
I was back with Reb (the ex- I complain about); we were living together in a place in Aber. But I was secretly plotting to kill her so that I could escape with a pretty female train ticket inspector (entirely a figment of my imagination), who’s name I forget – could have been Louise. I remember a little a rather complicated scene in which Reb and I found ourselves on her train, and the plan nearly come out.
In any case: as far as I remember I woke up without having managed to murder Reb. More’s the pity.