Two.

Once I dreamt I was stabbed, and I can still feel the sensation of a blade tearing my flesh, despite having never had more than a nick.

Plus a super real, super long dream that spanned decades. I lived an entire other life. I grew up with a best friend either named Emma, or Emily. I saw her every day. We grew up together, had families alongside each other, lived our entire lives. I still miss her, despite the fact that she never existed.

Patiently waiting for party parrot to make its way over

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Does it show up repeatedly on your profile? I used to use that as a way to track double posting on reddit

4th July is of no note in the UK. Working, doing the same as any other day!