I pick things up
I am a collector
And things, well things
They tend to accumulate
I have this net
It drags behind me
It picks up hobbies
For me to feed upon



Had a dream some kind of power grid or communications grid apocalypse was going on. Was mostly about trying to get in contact with friends and family, walking to places, getting some kind of magnetic scan done of my brain that reads my memory and emotions. Not sure of the relevance of the last part but my memory and emotions flared above me on the scanning table like an aurora which looked cool.


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