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I dreamed of flying, flying through the air like Jack on sundays in the arms of another who will not be named. I dreamed of glares, of oreoes, of fearsome hills that would lead to whimsical escape. I dreamed of a bank on the other side that housed a fountain furnished with sea lions. I dreamed a certain friend going "ORT!! ORT!!" as the sealions were and treading carefully along the only dry path. I dreamed of staunchly aristocratic old maids on the flipside of flying. I dreamed of turning a corner and seeing the world shining bright and blue. But I didn't dream of you.