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I have crazy dreams. Here's one of the most recent:

I was a British sailor named Reginald, and our ship had been on a voyage to Antarctica, looking for treasure. We were to keep our eyes out for a bouy, which was connected by a chain to a gold treasure at the bottom of the icy ocean. However, there was a horrible accident and all of us were floating in the black water and quickly freezing to death. I was holding onto a broken piece of wood with my friend Bertram--and we had a bond that only comes through being at sea together on the same voyages for twenty years.  

As he and I pumped our legs, he started to lose hope and said he could go on no longer. More out of love for him than out of reason, I tried to boost his morale. I asked him if he could see the full moon and how it shimmered on the broken ice floes, and how beautiful it looked. We saw that chunks of ice would freeze together, then break apart, and then freeze together again so quickly. And even when the clouds covered the moon and everything was black and cold, we decided to follow the small glimmers of light we could see into the dark horizon. 

Eventually the dream ended well when we found a house floating on the water, but it really could have ended before that, and I would have been very happy.

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