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On the street, under a lamppost, you meet an odd man.
He is wearing an overcoat and a crooked smile. His beady eyes look
you over once. He doesn't seem to mind the rain.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," says the strange man.
"I'd like to show the world the purity of dream, but people never learn. Perhaps you won't make the same mistakes as the others." He turns and walks away. There is no place to go here but back. You now know you are dreaming. |
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