Walking the plank

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Yesterday evening I went to see the latest film version of Peter Pan, in which the children defeat Hook by chanting at him that he's old and will die alone. Review of the film to come whenever I get over feeling as crushed as Hook.

Last night I dreamt I was walking down a long, deserted pier that led nowhere. At the end of it was a river with no bridge. The bridge I needed required going back around to someplace familiar, not wandering farther away. The way back was covered in haze.

I hate it when dreams are so literal.