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October 29, 2006

100 Dreams

The twenty-seventh dream: Grade school. I'm coming in off the playground, and instead of going up the stairs; I turn right through the old boiler room. Passing down a corridor, I walk into a locker room full of naked girls, combing out wet hair, talking, and dressing. They don't seem to notice me. I change into a wet swimsuit and climb another set of stairs onto the deck over a pool. The pool is empty, brightly lit under a wondrous stained-glass dome. There is such a sense of space here. Spreading my arms, I dive into the water.