To Dave Tomlinson, the fear was as vivid as the Wicked Witch of the East's striped socks disappearing under the fallen house.
But he held his own.
Step by step he ascended the virtual ladder, before diving, careful not his hit his head in Greg Louganis-fashion, into the abyss of REM sleep.
It was here where he formulated his best ideas, balancing a trampoline of emotions and illusions into world-changing action items.
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