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    Breaking Point?

    I dreamed, first person, that I was on a stage behind two presenters in an opulent classical theater. The spotlight was on the presenters seated at a desk and facing the audience. The audience was only dimly lit, perhaps at most reflection of the stage lights; it was hard for me to see because the brilliant spotlights obstructed my vision. No one acknowledged my presence. As if I was a first-person-limited floating camera, my point of view would shift around just like cuts in a video production. The show on stage was like a news or news commentary show with a live audience. The two presenters were bantering about about…

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