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A giant mutant hedgehog in my dreams

Along with the ability to fly. There was a method of 'taking off,' that was easy if hard to explain. I could do it though... a strange series of cliffs, one where walking down to the edge was steep, another where it was all much less sheer, people in Edwardian gear, or even stages of undress sitting right on the cliff edge. A comedian telling a joke, giving us two directions, South and East-West. We were supposed to choose East-West. A friend telling me she wanted to make me an honorary citizen of Trowbridge.

Flying and the Giant Hedgehog was best.

All well and good. One cup of coffee to wake me up, one more story here, then on to work. With more coffee.

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