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From: marty@ism780c.UUCP (Marty Smith)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Common Dream
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Date: Fri, 15-Aug-86 18:36:36 EDT
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When I was about one year old, somebody lifted me high over his head
and swung me around like I was in the thing astronauts go around in
to see if they can withstand lots of G's.  I think it was my dad, but
I never saw his face.  He flung me around and around, and I was scared,
but there wasn't anything I could do.  Then somebody outside the room
opened the door just a crack and peered in at me.  I could see his eyes
every time I came around.  I was afraid he would open the door too far and
my head would smash into it.  But he didn't open the door any further.  He
just stood there peering in at me.  Why did they do that anyway?

				Martin