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some water running through it. The pipe let out into a large pool of water, and at the bottom of the pool were thousands of poker chips. I watched as the water trickled into the pool, and then my attention moved to a plug at the deep end.
    A hand appeared in my vision. It was a man’s hand, beefy and hairy-knuckled, and my eye traveled to its pinkie ring, which seemed to catch the light as it glimmered. The hand was tossing poker chips into the water and as the poker chips sank to the bottom of the pool, the hand then reached down and pulled at the plug. I followed the hand up to see who had pulled the plug, and I got a very quick flash of a man in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and a very large nose. He had dark eyes and I sensed that he was very sneaky.
    I wrote the vision down on the notepad and left a space at the bottom of the page. This I headed with the word ‘‘Interpretation’’ and paused as I read back through what I’d already written. Finally I wrote:
     
My sense is that there is a large pool of money belonging to some sort of fund, like a pension fund for the waterworks department or some sort of utility’s pension fund. There is a central figure here with access to the management of this fund, and he has been stealing from it to supply his gambling addiction. Lately, he has been losing, and if he’s not caught he will dispense with all of the money in short order. The man is of medium height and stocky or portly build. He has salt-and-pepper hair, dark-colored eyes, and a very large nose. There is also a pinkie ring on his right hand in the shape of a horseshoe.
     
After writing all that down, I tore off the page and paper-clipped it to the front of the file. Next I closed my eyes again, feeling around the desk for the other two files. My right hand hovered over one of them and I felt it pause just above the cover. I heard an alarm go off in my head and pulled the file close, laying both hands on top of it just as I’d done with the first file. In my mind’s eye I saw a big, black, ugly dog. The thing was sinister and had long white fangs that dripped blood. I could feel the goose bumps rise along my arms as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. This dog was evil and very, very dangerous.
    I asked my crew to move past the dog and give me something else, and that was when I saw a pigeon flying around the dog. The dog snapped at the pigeon, but it flew through a window to the safety of a birdcage. Once the pigeon was inside the cage, the door slammed shut and the pigeon paced the floor of the cage nervously.
    None of this made sense to me, so I reached out to my crew. ‘‘Guys, I need more than these animal metaphors. Show me something that makes sense.’’ The image quickly changed, and I saw a car parked in front of a large warehouse. The red flash of a strobe light blinked distractedly against the gray brick of the building.
    I noticed there was a man inside the car. He too appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a receding hairline and bushy red eyebrows. He seemed to be staring at the building in front of him, his attention on the blinking strobe lights. Then he suddenly glanced out the window to his left and became frightened. The big black dog appeared next to the car, and the man reached over to the seat next to him. He held up a juicy raw steak and tossed it out the window, but the dog ignored it and snapped at the man. A moment later, the car was surrounded by a pack of other dogs, all menacingly snarling, with their hackles raised.
    The pack drew near the car as the man inside looked panic-stricken. Then a sheep walked up to the car, though the dogs seemed not to notice it. The man seemed to relax when he saw the sheep, which was bleating earnestly at him. He nodded at the sheep and got out of the car. The moment I saw the door open, I knew it meant trouble, and suddenly, the dogs leaped to attack the man.
    My eyes flew open and I yelled, ‘‘Stop!’’ to the empty