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I had to go to the airport to pick up my son yesterday. I've made that trip at least a hundred times, so I was in my robotic brain-dead mode where my 50+ years of driving and my subconscious muscle memory were taking me from point A to point B in a comfor...

waves crash, I trembleThe world around me begins to crumblea volcano erupts, hot lava everywhereThe veil between reality and dream meltsa gust of wind blows the cloudsno more sun, I'm in the darksomeone find me, someone come,I cannot find my way out.