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So if I’m going to be “that” old woman — the crazy one who blogs about her dreams, I might as well go all out. Last night was the New Moon and I stayed up late watching shooting stars. When I went to bed, I dreamed that, as was normal, I drove to the edge of a body of water and then got in to swim to work. This water wasn’t murky; it was blue with little white caps on the waves. I swam and came up level with the seated Statue of Liberty. Her feet were just above the water and I thought to myself that there must still be flooding from Sandy. I swam on a bit and looked down at my hand and saw that I was holding onto my glass heart, even though I was swimming. I thought how glad I was that I hadn’t lost…

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