Last night, I dreamt that I was 18 years old. I was in a place I'd never seen before and talking to people I'd never met before. An old man told me to take my time deciding on what I should study in university.

'You have your whole life ahead of you' he said. I felt like I could fly.

I woke up, 20 years older and full of regrets.

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