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Dream: I found myself in a maze composed of tall, steel walls on a concrete foundation. A massive, luminous compass was suspended in the air perhaps twenty meters above the maze; its needle's direction consistently corresponded to mine. Upon exiting the maze after an hour, I encountered the ghost of Philip Roth signing autographs for deceased fans....
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....and actually parleying with them in that fatuously flatulent phraseology in which he penned his turgid drivel. For obvious reasons, I returned to the maze and discovered within a huge, niched refrigerator.
well it's very good that you skedaddled ^u^