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Last night I dreamed that I was the leader of a group of three being chased by people with guns. As I rounded a corner, they were getting into an elevator down the hall and we made eye contact. They jumped for the door, and I pushed us off running. There were clever moves and car chases, but I couldn’t get away. And my team was dying off one by one when the alarm pulled me out of the dream into a darkened room, the wind and rain beating against the windows. I wondered what I’m running from, and if the winds of change are blowing through.
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