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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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The Dreams! If dreams were movies, then there was a major film festival going on in my head last night. The dreams kept coming and coming....dreams about some kind of pagan ceremony I was performing with a group of women, dreams about an army of ants (some red and as big as my fist) planning an intelligent attack on me in my bed, dreams about taking a plane that turned into a train that drove down a mountain like an all terraine vehicle that had officials on board who wanted to see all my papers, including my high school transcripts, while I was standing in the women's washroom with my pants down....on and on they went. I'm exhausted this morning. And I have no idea what any of this means. I'm not particularly troubled or stressed that I know of, although the high school transcripts probably refers to my hope and perhaps worry that Iris will get into the university she wants.
7:06:47 AM
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2007
Janet Patterson.
Last update:
2/5/2007; 6:59:18 AM.
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