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The Fall
Wednesday, 06 May 2009

As a young child – around the age of 5-6 years, I dreamt of being on top of the building I lived at in Queens. I was actually on the roof's edge directly above one of the windows of my apartment. As I looked down, I saw a dense fog obscure the ground.

Then somehow, I fell off of the building. I plummeted about four stories...

I found myself on the concrete ground, unhurt, surrounded by fog. I was stunned at what had happened. I rose to my feet, and everything started to fade.

This was one of the scariest dreams I've had as a child, but at the same time, one of the most awesome. There's nothing like falling off a building, hitting the concrete, and getting up uninjured!

 
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