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Strange Equations

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I am terrible at math.  I wouldn't say I had a strong subject at school but math was definitely my weakest.  I've been told before I'm dyslexic although I was never diagnosed.  It wasn't a thing when I was a kid. I received a letter in the mail.  It was tucked in a yellow envelope that was sealed with some sort of glue.  Folded up inside was a paper with strange writing in red marker.  I'm so ignorant, that when I first opened it I didn't even know what I was looking at.  I thought they were weird scribbles with no meaning but I showed some folks at work and the thought it looked like some sort of math problem. Great, just my luck!  I've stared at this a lot.  I've shown it to a lot of people. I still can't begin to tell you what it is or what it means.  I can tell you what it's not.  It's not my handwriting.  It is unfortunate it was written with marker because some of the smaller letters are difficult to make out....
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Dreams

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I've had a dream about a tree for years.  At first, it was all by itself, floating in the sky with the milky way above it.  Then, the tree was rooted on a solid rock, surrounded by water.  When I grew older, I saw the tree with more clarity.  The rock turned red. Before that dream made sense, I had some weird dreams and weirder things happened. When I was six, I had a dream about a man at the foot of my bed.  I didn't know it was a man, it was more like a shadowy figure but I assumed it was a man.  I drew a picture of it and hid it from my mom. I stared at this picture often.  I called this figure "the gray man" and sometimes had dreams about the drawing itself. After the first gray man dream I slept with a night light.  It made me feel better but it didn't stop me from having dreams.  I dreamt of the tree more and more.  Now there was a single wooden chair under the tree, sitting on the beach of the ...
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Memories

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My whole life I've felt like someone was following me.  Or something. Growing up, my bedroom window looked down on a line of trees, the boundary of Sutcliffe Woods.  One night I couldn't sleep and looked out the window and saw a man beyond the treeline.  He was looking right back up at me.  I could barely make him out but he stood calmly and looked up at me.  I backed away from the window and froze for a moment.  When I looked back the man was gone. Polaroid of me when I was 6 My mom says I started sleepwalking as soon as I learned how to walk.  She said I eventually stopped doing it but that when I was five there was a period of months where I did it almost nightly.  It seems that I didn't fully outgrow it. It began as a series of strange dreams, or I thought they were dreams.  Turns out they were memories of me walking places, doing weird things.  Other times weird things happened to me. When I was 14, Billy Murphy told...
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