Last night, I dreamt that I spoke over the phone to Smeagol, then went to a local hospital to see him, maybe psychiatry ward, where he was taken care of. He was dressed in a brown two pieces suit, very clean, and looked like a child. He was happy to see me, but was still quite fucked-up. Eventually, I knew he had left the premises without a word and I did not know where he was.
funny dream
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