I am looking desperately for my daughter. I see a huge 3-storey house, I run to it, intuitively knowing my child is there. I enter and there is one huge staircase. I start running up the stairs. All floors are empty cept the 3rd. The 3rd is ONE HUGE room with about 10 men sitting around a conference table, laughing while they pass the lifeless-doll-like body of my daughter from one to the other. I quickly jump on the table and snatch her away from her captors. SHE IS DEAD! I run down the steps, the men stay in place. Silence replaces their laughter. I, finally at the door can not open it, it has no knob: no exit. I run one more stairs down. It is a room enclosed in glass. No windows, doors to open. In the Horizon I see a flamingo colored robed figure slowly come to me. A hood hides her face. Her hands are hidden in her sleeves. She makes tiny little steps. Suddenly at the glass, She slits a slot in IT, handing me this message:
"In my small world
Snail crawl
I call for the Warrior!
End
2007-03-09
00:07:29
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