Two.

Once I dreamt I was stabbed, and I can still feel the sensation of a blade tearing my flesh, despite having never had more than a nick.

Plus a super real, super long dream that spanned decades. I lived an entire other life. I grew up with a best friend either named Emma, or Emily. I saw her every day. We grew up together, had families alongside each other, lived our entire lives. I still miss her, despite the fact that she never existed.

I just saw someone on one of my fb groups saying she’s heard a lot about reddit lately and wanting to make an account and asking how it works.

I tried to ward her off but the negative press just seems to be enticing new users.