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The Lemon Daughters I had a dream that was like a fairy tale. There was an old woman who had three beautiful daughters. It was an apocalyptic time and when she heard the alarm to head into a shelter for safety, she turned her daughters into lemons so they wouldn't be taken away from her. She put the lemons into the pocket of her apron and left her home. The shelter was in the stairwell of a tall building. She entered at the ground level and began to trudge upwards to find a place to sit until the all clear was given. People were sitting against the banister and the wall so she had to climb a number of levels before she was able to find a calm place to sit. She took the lemon daughters from her pockets and began to croon to them. She slowly rocked back and forth to soothe them as they were rather agitated in their lemon state. Two loud men were making their way up the stairwell and when the loudest spied the lemon daughters he grabbed one from her lap and began to toss it back and forth with his friend. The old woman sprang to her feet and tried to retrieve her lemon daughter. The two men laughed but did not heed the old woman. One of the men pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the lemon daughter. To his horror, instead of juice, he drew blood. The dream ended here. Dream 26, 1984
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