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August 5, 2005:

In dreams you often pedal your car as if it were a bicycle, turning and zooming through crowded indoor corridors, pushing open the building doors with both hands. It's a museum. You're having a great time. You awaken laughing, knowing full well you'd just been dreaming.

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