Alan T. Fitch
My personal multi-daily diary
Hello, and good morning.
I woke up at 7:06 this morning. Mum must have still have been awake, because she called me in to take my meds, once I got dressed. She also told me that the school doesn't open until 10AM,because of the snow. Its on the road! And it isn't always like that in the UK! This is kind of new. I took a couple photos of the snow through my window, to capture the maybe-once-only moment. Angela, my mini US assistant, said that they will pick me up around 9:45. She text my mum.
Oh my God, I had such a weird dream last night. I was executed, by shooting. But instead of waking up from my dream, I died, and became reborn. I was a baby again, in 2040. Such a weird dream. Then one year went by in my dream and I was learning how to use a computer. It was released in 2040. So it must have been mid to late 2040 that I was living in. So weird. Then I woke up to my actual self, then went deep in thought about what could go wrong in my next life, not only in my life, but through the actual birth process. For example, will I be autistic in my next life?
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