Susan Broadby

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I woke up after yet another horrible dream. This time I was tied to a big wooden pole, and I looked down and saw that I had bare feet and that my feet were standing on a big twisted pile of sticks. Then as I was watching my feet the sticks seemed to come alive like snakes and wrap around my feet holding me in place. It wasn't the first time I have had the dream, it kept coming back to me night after night, or variations of it at least...