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February 16, 2015
"I DREAMED I was between worlds: ours and some exoplanet, way out. Way, way out."

— "Aren’t they all way out?"

"Yeah."

— "Sorry. Go on."

"This — in the dream — I knew I was never coming back. I knew it was a one-way trip. And… I was fine with that. I knew I’d never get… to this planet, and I knew I was never going home. For me, the dream was about space: how just, like, empty it is. It’s just a mathematical, like, void. There’s—"

— "Sorry, can I interrupt?"

"Sure."

— "There’s a loose baffle starboard aft."

"Oh."

— "So, I logged it."