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Chapter Twenty Nine
Dream: The Woman and the Clock
I was feeling light headed. The world spins rapidly around me. My two legs stood unbalanced on the unsteady floor. The gravity withdrew from my head. I don’t know how long I can remain on my feet. And under my feet the floor shook like there was an earthquake.
I was caught in the middle of people whom I never met. They were maybe six or seven, and I don’t recognize any of them. They were dancing and moving and spinning around, and they wouldn’t stop. They move fast, and it annoys me.
And more than annoyed, I was afraid. I don’t feel safe to be with them, they were complete strangers to me.
Who are these people?
A squeezing sensation brought pain into my chest. I placed my trembling hand on top of my chest to feel my own heartbeat. And I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute. And the
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