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Okay so it's gotta be like 3 in the morning...
... and I can't sleep. Or rather, I *was* sleeping, then i had this vivid dream.... it was the Sultan, my father : he was calling out to me, asking me to help him. Then he disappeared. It was freaky. Was it "just" a dream? Or a premonition? Something to do with the fear of the Japanese invading anytime? Or was it that funny-smelling chicken curry I had for dinner?(*lynne*'s note: This was written in early December 1941)
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