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"I was having an aweful dream" said Pooh.
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'd found a jar of honey...," he said, rubbing his eyes.
"What's awful about that?" I asked. 
"It kept moving," said Pooh. "They're not supposed to do that. They're supposed to sit still."
"Yes, I know".
"But whenever I reached for it, this jar of honey would sort of go someplace else."
"A nightmare," I said.
"Lots of people have dreams like that," I added reassuringly.
"Oh," said Pooh. "About unreachable jars of honey?"
"About the same sort of thing," I said. "That's not unusual. The odd thing, though, is that some people live like that."

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