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At the first break of dawn I sat up in bed, my face caught in a shaft of morning light. I tried to recall a dream that was prompting me to do something. But what? Bathed in the light, it was like some futuristic movie where I was being embraced by a stream of knowledge. The reality was that I was buzzed when I went to bed and forgot to draw the drapes. I slowly inched out of the light, slid my legs off the bed, buried my face in my hands, and racked my brain. Something too good to forget was gnawing at me. It was important. I needed to remember it. I used the bathroom and put on the coffee only semi-awake, fearing total consciousness would block out the message from my dream. Then, following my feet, I arrived in front of my home office desk. Why? What was I doing there? I opened my de
