Feb
25
2005
25
2005
Dreams
I don’t dream often, but when I do man, sometimes they can be strange. I woke up early this morning with a strange one still floating around in puddles of cerebral fluid. The beginning is foggy but the end is very sharp; I was racing up a snow covered mountain flanked by huge pine trees. One of them had fallen and I was climbing over the branches like a ladder on ground while being chased [...]
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