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I once dreamt that I was standing on cold concrete surrounded by men with nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. I was scared. In my dream I could fly away and hover in midair. I could see the stars I was so high! The sky was pitch black and the ocean was purple. With the wind blowing on my face, I could hear the ocean roar as I soared over the ocean at night. I woke up to find myself still in prison in British Columbia. But there was a sense of freedom in that dream. I felt that...
