Being Rescued September 17, 2003 - 1:17 p.m.

I had a dream last night that someone came to rescue me.

I remember rushing around and shoving clothes into several plastic shopping bags, trying to take only the things I absolutely needed. I was going away and happy about it.

Someone was coming by to whisk me away to some other place, far from here. Of course I would be happy about it. That's exactly what I've wanted for a long time now. To just simply get away.

Now, even my dreams are telling me I need an escape.

Not that anything will be better when I get back.

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