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The world spins! As each continent salutes the sun, people are waking from their dreams. For some, the dreams are happening while for others their dreams are ending. There is no rhyme or reason as to what is happening to whom.

In the hours before sunlight shines there are billions of dreams. Where do they go? How do they manifest? What happens to the billions that drop back into the darkness?

Perhaps there is an engine of dreams that churns endlessly, spewing out and taking in the dream shapes that surround the planet. I will soon join the thrashing dream storms. May I dream about new beginnings, about things that are happening, and about the promises of lost dreams.

I am moving slowly. And the nights are beginning to be shorter.