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I had a dream about a place that was old and covered in moss and vines. Stone walkways and big open spaces, the sky was blue. Statues of lions and human faces, you could talk to everything, the statues blinked. I found an old passpoet of mine from when I was little, my hair was long and blond, I was on a bike (sunglasses?). It was one of those ancient dreams - back to the roots, to the core, to the water.