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he told me his dreams 7


when I was little
I would have dreams
where I found riches:

a large rare, expensive
gold coin, a pile of
money hidden in a cave.

And the one thing I
remember most is that
I always wanted to take

it back with me; I knew
I was dreaming, and I
would think, “God,

please, I just want to
have this gold coin when
I wake up.” And I

would try to hold the
treasure firmly in my
hand, wake myself

only to find tightly
clenched fists. Once I even
remember putting

the wealth under my
pillow in my dream, and
then I would wake.

My instinct told me to
turn over my pillow as
soon as I could. There

was never anything there


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