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In January of 2015, I had a strange dream. Vivid, surreal. Quiet like all of the dreams I’ve had before, almost a nightmare. But, the calmness of it was like a wonderful cocoon of protection. My nightmares tend to begin somewhere in the middle.
After.
After the blood had dried; after the crying had begun; the chase had started.
This was something …else. And it grew.