dreams

Two from last night.

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One of these days I mean to post an ancient dream, from one of my high school dream journals. I can’t decide whether to scan it, or type it in or both. See? I’m filled with intentions.

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I love London. I love its dirt encrusted architecture and its gritty people and its filthy weather and its sooty underground. It is one of my life’s mysteries: when I first arrived in London at just under 20 years old, I felt as though I had finally come home. I still can’t explain it, but I can’t deny it either. When I heard that a bomb had gone off in Russell Square I remember how often I’d stood there, waiting for a tube, watching the rats play on the rails below. I have not seen pictures, but I feel for you, dear city, and all your inhabitants. Londoners are made of tough stuff, and they will carry on. I cannot muster appropriate eloquence for the moment, so I shall have to be merely direct: my sympathy and my prayers will rise for you and yours on many nights in the next weeks.

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New version of ecto. Let’s see if it’s figured out how to do extended text for nucleus with a dream entry.

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Not from last night, from the night before.

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I dreamed about Medievia last night. I’m not kidding.

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It was midmorning before I realized that the thoughts in my head were natural outgrowths of what I had dreamed about. I have been having lots of dreams but struggling to remember them. Last night I did a long (for me) shoulder stand before going to bed which I think may have helped me recall what I dreamed about. I’m hoping to get to five minute shoulder stands, nightly, but I only lasted for about two and a half minutes before having to come down. Something to work toward. Also, it’ll be interesting to see whether it makes me remember more of my dreams consistently or whether that was just a coinkydink.

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I’m not sure what to make of this.

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