I have no idea why I’m still awake.
Last night I dreamt I found the largest-ever skeleton of a coelacanth and won a Guinness record for it.
It seems worth noting that while my subconscious did not remember what exactly a coelacanth was (it pictured something more stingray-shaped), it still remembered how to spell ‘coelacanth’, by golly. I know because someone in the dream had me spell it for him, and I can see the word from my dream as clearly as I can see the skeleton.
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