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My dreams usually involve some variation of being up before a huge stadium-full of people, giving a speech, & coming to the realisation that I'm buck-ass nekkid, or being chased by some horrible monster, trying to avoid being eaten. I did have one where I was in Pittsburgh Airport, smelled diesel, asked why, & got told rather rudely, that I was in Pittsburgh Dieselfoot Airport. And it was 1968, all the people reminded me of the extras in Night of the Living Dead, & the cabs were all '68 or earlier cars. At least I wasn't naked & didn't get eaten....-Sandy G.
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Benevolent Despot
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