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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1272245" data-attributes="member: 8243">light dances on the rough walls with shadows out of which crudely formed faces loom only to disappear  always wide eyed with horror while mythical beasts sing triumphal hymns from the balconies and strangers with the wrong names and sometimes heads stumble and bump into him and curse and the blood drips drip splatter drip splatters down his arm and side and he emerges out of the dark of his caravan the light making him blink and squint with watery eyes at his family standing in silence and staring ...The dream. Again. His heart is pounding. Things are changed. But even if he wants too, can he walk that path? Its time to find out. Tomorrow he talks to Octar.</blockquote>