For one bit, I was conversing with Alex via text messaging, about what the plan was for Thursday. One message in particular stuck in my memory, consisting of his reply: "Well that was the plan, wasn't it?"
Had I not checked my text messages upon waking up, I would've actually thought this had happened in real life.
Another bit, involved an odd looking hangnail of sorts, either on my thumb, or big toe. Or on someone's thumb or big toe, though I am pretty sure it was mine. And taking care of it was essential to some task about to be preformed.
Lastly, a group of people, traveling. We stop at a house, which I don't believe belonged to any of us in the group. Perhaps a friend of one of us, but I find that highly unlikely. It seemed that we were using the house for cover, to observe a coming storm.
However, at least one person was searching through the house, for something specific. Not just raiding the drawers.
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