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I had two reoccurring dreams as a child. One was I was on a narrow ledge that ran along the inside of a stone castle. The castle was made of large blocks of stone, like 4’x4’. High enough that I never saw the floor. The room was lit by a few torches but pretty dark. Now The ledge went around the room at one level, just wide enough that my back was always pressed to the wall. Now it gets a bit weirder. Frankenstein was on the same ledge also with back pressed against wall shimming after me. I was probably 6-8 years old based on it being in the first house I lived in. Always wondered what that meant.
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