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Very early this morning I awoke to a strange sensation, as if someone were leaving my bed. It took a moment for the eerie reality to dawn that no other human was in my house. I looked down the bed. Kashmir the cat was still sound asleep at the end of the bed. I thought back to my dreams for answers and knew they were rich, but I could not translate them. I fell back asleep and this time I dreamt in images and words a bizarre and complicated dream. A flying pick-up truck that spews out its own dangerous runway and that doubles as a submarine with an interior that, TARDIS like, expands beyond the small cab to accommodate our group of 20-30 friends and cohorts. Nuclear secrets are sunken in tropical waters. A political refugee seeks asylum in the US embassy of a corrupt and dangerous Caribbean nation. We race criminal gangs and government thugs to pull together the evidence before it "disappears." One of us risks a painful death to draw our pursuers away from us as another of our group gives birth to twins. Their midwife sobs and splits in two from the strain of life and death. I hand the twins to the midwife's husband and hold both the midwife and her doppelganger. The mother is healthy and resting inside. All will be well.