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I dream I am descending in an old oak-paneled elevator. Suddenly I am aware of someone behind me. Tensing, I turn. A wild elfin man in a tweed suit with unkempt orange hair and a face like Mr. Punch is leering at me. I am terrified, powerless to move or cry out. My heart stops. I panic. Suddenly I wake, very weak, covered in sweat, still unable to move.

Bright sunlight blurs on the edges of the window. Warm white sheets are absorbing me.

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