I am standing face to face with Peter in the center of a huge room. I look into his sad, sad eyes, and he reaches out his hands to touch me. At this point, I leave my body and am floating around watching this from the outside- and the camera was doing some pretty cool panning. As I watch, the colors on the walls change and melt together, and the walls themselves close in. Peter sinks his hands into my face, and draws out my soul which is a cool blue color. I collapse and the dream ends.

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