Occasionally We will have the strange impression that We are involved in a game of some sort. The rules are unknown, and the stakes are mysterious. The other players, assuming there are some, all seem to be missing. We just have to fumble on as best We can, in the hopes that the disorientation will distill itself into something comprehensible.
These occurrences are far more attention-getting when one is awake. They happen then too, you know. Oh yes.

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I think this qualifies as a “huh?”…
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