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This is how a friend described me: "You're like Leo the lion on the African Savannah Stalking your dreams which are like the elusive gazelle and you see them and sneak up on them getting closer and closer and at the last moment you pounce and grab your dreams by the back of the head and sever your dreams' spinal cord. Then you sit down and begin to eat your dreams and get so full that your belly sort of hangs pendulously beneath you as your head for some shade to take a nap. After a while you get the urge to, um, lighten your load so, being a lion and all, you just go right there and you turn around and look at what your dreams have become, steaming there on the Serengeti plain. You yawn and stretch your muscles and out of the corner of your eye, you spot another dream......poor dream."