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Dream #1: I'm trapped in a basement. Vladimir Putin and a couple of goons visit me. They leave me alone. I somehow climb onto a rafter which is at least fifteen feet above the floor, knock out an old-looking window, and escape without cutting myself. The trouble is, I'm in a Russian city and getting a few funny looks from passers by.
Bream #2: I'm flying by flapping my arms, but I'm indoors. It's some big event space. I think the event is just starting, because I was alone at first, but now I'm telling some dude, "Oh by the way, I can fly!"
Bream #2: I'm flying by flapping my arms, but I'm indoors. It's some big event space. I think the event is just starting, because I was alone at first, but now I'm telling some dude, "Oh by the way, I can fly!"
