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Monday, August 12, 2013

three dreams

Night before last I dreamt there was a baby I needed to take care of.  Then all day yesterday I had these strange tender feelings toward the little animals I saw. Even animal sculptures, like some metal wood ducks.

Last night I dreamt of slugs--one of the two slugs, I noticed writing on it, and the writing was mine.  In the dream slugs weren't gross like I find them in real life.

I also dreamt I was sitting in the living room in the dark with candle light singing songs with NDE friends.  It was a beautiful, warm dream.


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