I use to have a re-occuring dream about a blue sandle thong (flip flop), that I wore as a wee child. I would be walking down this white stairwell and one flip flop would fall off and fall aaaaall the way to the bottom. I would try to go down and get it, but I'd always get the most nasty feeling of something being down there. Sometimes there'd be a growl that'd set me off so I'd have to run off without my shoe. I had this dream for years until finally, I had a dream where I took a deep breath, ran like the dickens and grabbed it. I raced up the stairs and came out...at Eaton at Polo Park. I'm guessing whatever trouble plagued me at the time, I got over. I can't think of any other reason for it.
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