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Another grief-stricken dream, this time about the Seventh Doctor, who had become so riddled with angst that he had finally given up and was simply generalling an army. Lots of moving in and out of character, with me being Ace or myself, the Doctor being himself or Sylvester, etc. Much deliberation over whether I/Ace should remain loyal to the end, drag him out of the fight, or give him up and move on. Lots of matter there for Mr Freud I am sure.

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Just re-read the hilarious bit in X-Men 196 where Kitty smokes Wolverine's cigar. "Your funeral, pun'kin." I've saved these issues, which I think of as "my era", for last. Rachel is a recent arrival, the Beyonder's in town, Magneto has become a goodie. Nightcrawler's lost his faith, which is extremely touching.

*bangs head on desk*

From ignorami
And would-be Googling know-it-alls
And people who tell us depression is all in our minds
Divine and Universal Whore, deliver us.