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YES, I DREAM, AND I REMEMBER MY DREAMS.

SINCE I WAS A "TODDLER" I HAVE HAD A RECURRENT DREAM; IT IS MY FAVORITE DREAM; I HAVE NOT DREAMT IT FOR APPROXIMATELY FIVE YEARS NOW.

>I AM FLOATING IN AN "ORANGEPEACH" LIQUID AKIN TO AMNIOTIC FLUID, IN A VAST EXPANSE.
>SEVERAL METERS BELOW ME, THERE IS A GIANT MECHANICAL "GOLDEN" MANDALA WITH A GLOWING CENTRE.
>GROUPS OF "BLUE" & BLIND TINY BEINGS WITH POINTY HEADS "WORK" ON THE MACHINE, MAINTAINING IT.
>I SLOWLY FLOAT DOWN, TOWARD THE MANDALA.
>I AM NOW AT APPROXIMATELY TEN TO FIFTEEN METERS FROM IT.
>I EXTEND MY RIGHT ARM TO TOUCH THE GLOWING CENTRE, BUT A "GUARDIAN"; AN OVERLY TALL, AND "GOLDEN" HUMANOID LION, HALTS ME, AND SENDS ME INTO A DRIFT WHERE I AM STRETCHED, SHRUNK, DEFORMED, ETCETERA, WHILST MANY DISTANT GHOSTLY FACES MOCK ME.
>I WAKE UP.

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ANARCHOFASCIST.