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I had a dream that I was Dexter, only instead of my problem being that I needed to kill people, I couldn't touch the ground for more than 15 seconds at a time (like that lava game we used to play as kids, where you leapt from couch to couch, trying not to touch the carpet). I remember being in a huge tree in the middle of a pond, with a bunch of other boys, who were kind of making fun of me (they didn't know about my...disability), and Harry having to come rescue me.