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In the dream I’m floating up and away from my bed. My childhood bed. There’s maybe six or seven little gray extraterrestrial beings surrounding the bed, and outside my bedroom window, bright white and red lights bathe the exterior. Somehow, I am transported out the open window, and then I’m captured in the beam of bright light. I am raised up, higher and higher, so that I can make out not only the roof of my house a hundred feet below but also the shingled roofs of the entire neighborhood.
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