The novel Echo Omnibus by Kent Wayne is allowing me to remember some of the training my dad gave me. The only safe place for expression is in dreams, which I apparently started taking advantage of.
Dreams of war
Dreams of conflict
Waking this morn
I feel lighter.
I got some hatred off my chest
In the astral of my dreams
Fighting the shadow people
That make “the world go round”
Breaking security around them.
My every weapon
Meeting. Every. mark.
People underestimate
A small woman.
Easy to be a spy,
And look in close.
No pockets for weapons,
In dreams bio implantations.
The pain of transformation,
Worth the glory of victory.
Beware of Dangerous Curves.
Because a Woman is a Weapon
Of Mass Creation.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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