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Dream: someone has put a control strip inside my spine, like the magnetic strips I used to put in books when I worked in the library. It tracks me and controls me, keeps me from using my magic powers. I want to cut it out, as if I were a shrimp to devein, but of course cannot reach my own spine with the knife.
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Oh!
That’s disturbingly haunting.
Haunting, and creepy - Mike and I just watched an episode of Angel from the first season that involves women from another dimension who have a strip in their spine that contains their core impulses and personality. The men in that dimension control the women by ripping out the strip.
That’s really odd. Mine last night was quite tame. I was going to play touch football with a bunch of alumni from a school I never went to, and this group inexplicably included Colin Powell. But before I went onto the field, I locked up my clarinets in their new climate-controlled locking case with the USB ports and Wi-Fi connection which allows tracking their whereabouts on the internet.
It all seemed so normal…