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Last night I dreamed (among other things) that I'd written the essay that I have due on Wednesday for my 19th-century novel class. Since currently I have absolutely no ideas what to write about, I spent the past ten minutes trying to remember how I'd worked it.

. . . turns out I dream-wrote about the interaction between the individual and society in Emma and, uh, Superman. UNHELPFUL, SUBCONSCIOUS.