surging with energy--kuuundilini!” I heard Rama’s voice
laugh as he finished his thought. The clock on the oak
nightstand gleamed a bright green 2:20. I lay there,
gazing into the moonlight and remembering my dream. I
relived the dream three times, and drifted off into a quiet
sleep.


“Time to get up kid. Tis a long day you have ahead of
you Lassie,” Brad tickled my cheek as he spoke to me in
his not so welcome Scottish brogue.

“Oh, was that a little leprechaun who stepped on my
head?”

 
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