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Last night I had a drifting sleep. Not really sleeping, not really awake, shifting in and out of consciousness all through the night. When sleep took me, there were dreams, but I only recall two of them now. In the first I watched as the Americans launched a cruise missile on one of their own battleships, which I watched burst into flames on the horizon as it struck. I don’t know why: seemed pretty stupid to me. In the other I was planting out seedlings in the garden. That was nice. I hope spring arrives soon.