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At the beginning of this dream, a start screen appeared and I was asked to select my body for the dream from amongst different orders of mammals. I chose "rodentia" and was cast into the body of a chipmunk who wore cute clothes.

I stood outside a haunted, black tower on a stormy night. H., to whom I was still married, was with me. The black tower was both a haunted house and a Conservative synagogue, which was currently being attacked by a trans woman serial killer; the board had locked itself in on the top floor but the killer was quickly advancing. Only I could save the shul members.

We tried the big outer doors (or H. did so on my behalf), but they had been locked by the killer. "I can still do it!" I exclaimed, and nimbly bounced and climbed up the outside walls of the tower, until I found a window crack, squeezed in, and alerted the 20 or so old people who comprised the board.

In part two of the dream, Chipmunk-me and H. gave a presentation to the board to prevent them from becoming prejudiced against transgender people, even though this was actually the third or fourth time that a trans woman serial killer had tried to murder them.

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