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I dreamed about balloons. Hundreds of them. I think someone was letting them go with notes attached to them (like we did in elementary school, to see if anyone would find it and return the note to tell us where they found it) but a bunch of them were helium-challenged because they were falling all around us. I started popping them, looking for secret treasures inside.
I wonder that that means?
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