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Genuine Vultures I'm with an assistant principal from one of the school's I've been working at. I'm talking with him, and something comes up. I feel a little like I've let him down, but it feels like a decision I have to make. The dream seems to hold still for a moment. I know that I have to go out alone,... |
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Negotiating My Way Home I’m walking home from what seems like a party. I’m alone. I’m in the back streets of Hurstbridge. It’s dark and it’s night time. I feel confused. Am I drunk? There’s a feeling that I’m being evasive - not wanting to be seen in this state. It’s not likely I will be anyway. |
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The Bike-Truck I am driving up a hill in some kind of bike-truck. Paula is in the car and we are driving up the hill to Davids. However in order to drive up the hill I need to move a lever. When I move it up, the angle at which the steering wheel intersects with the car gets higher and the car becomes... |
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