I am in a large hotel lobby. There is some sort of professional seminar going on in one of the ballrooms. The is full of people, mostly men I remember, dressed in black business suits. Everything about the situation feels professional and businesslike. I think that I am meant to go to the seminar, too, but think better of it. So, along with another woman, we find ourselves in a place that looks like New Mexico to me. We are way outside of civilization in a pass through the mountains.
We are in a valley with mountains surrounding us. There is a narrow river that runs through the pass, winding its way between the mountains. There is a brand new train track that is submerged beneath the river. And I make a comment to the woman I am with that I know this to be new. I don't know why I know this.
Then we see a young man that we recognize from previously, although I don't know what the circumstances are. He is running from something, someone. And he has taken to the mountains. We see him, quite literally, dangling on the side of the mountain. He resembles a spider monkey, long and sprawling, just dangling on the side of the mountain. We cannot imagine how he can maneuver. It doesn't seem possible that he can navigate because there is absolutely no footing. But just as it seems that he will surely fall, we see him swing himself, freeing one arm, to grab hold of a small, rocky knob of stone. And he swings from one outcropping to the next, just like a monkey would from tree to tree in the jungle. We are amazed.
The terrain is quite rough and we want to follow his movements. I suggest that we follow the river with the submerged train track as either side of the river is more cleared of rock and trees. But, my companion prefers to stay where we are, so we do.
Suddenly we are in a cafe type coffee shop and we see the same young man with a beautiful Hispanic girl, cuddling and have coffee and a muffin. We are happy to see him safe and with someone he loves and trusts. And all seems well.
Then, I am alone in a place of nothingness. And I start receiving some information about the California State Health Department. It seems as though the information has something to do with vaccines or a certificate for a vaccine. Something along those lines. I ask, "Does this have anything to do with Amber Dubois? It seemed like this information that I was getting was related somehow to Amber. ***Note: Amber Dubois is a missing child last seen walking to school in Escondido, California earlier this year when she disappeared. All of a sudden, I hear this little click in my brain, and I realize that I have been shut out or shut off from receiving more information or the answer to my question.
This is quite strange to me.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Download Rose - Back in Mexico 10 Dec 09
Explosions – Back in Mexico 10 Dec 2009
There is a big white screen behind my mind’s eye. In the bottom left corner, there’s a little train moving along. And every now and then, one of the cars explode. This happens about four times
Download Rose – On my same screen, but in the bottom right corner, I see this other screen, like the size of an itouch phone. A dark rose colored bar appears in the top left corner of the little screen. And I realize that it’s a download just for me. **Note: I was doing Matrix in my sleep, and I just waited and this is what showed up, Download Rose.
Bring it to You – I am practicing what Dr. Garcia showed us. And something showed up quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I was “scanning” myself” and suddenly I see this pattern hanging around to my right and it likes me a lot. And I like it a lot. So I reach out and put my hand around this pattern and I bring it into myself.
There is a big white screen behind my mind’s eye. In the bottom left corner, there’s a little train moving along. And every now and then, one of the cars explode. This happens about four times
Download Rose – On my same screen, but in the bottom right corner, I see this other screen, like the size of an itouch phone. A dark rose colored bar appears in the top left corner of the little screen. And I realize that it’s a download just for me. **Note: I was doing Matrix in my sleep, and I just waited and this is what showed up, Download Rose.
Bring it to You – I am practicing what Dr. Garcia showed us. And something showed up quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I was “scanning” myself” and suddenly I see this pattern hanging around to my right and it likes me a lot. And I like it a lot. So I reach out and put my hand around this pattern and I bring it into myself.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Snort and The Bayou 8 Dec 09
The Snort – 8 Dec 09 Seattle Matrix
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Dr. Bartlett told a story yesterday in the seminar about how he received much of the essence of a book by simply putting it under his pillow. So just for grins, I placed Dr. Bartlett’s new book under my pillow last night. But what happened when I first woke this morning was not what I really signed up for, but it did make a point and it made me laugh like hell. I woke up with a big snort, A huge snort, just like Dr. Bartlett seems to do inadvertently. He says it’s his deceased dog who also used to snort.
So, when I stopped laughing, I started to think about this as a really neat lesson and one that Dr. Bartlett reiterated over and over again. “Just wait for something to show up. Get out of your left brain long enough for something unexpected to show up.”
The Bayou – 8 Dec 09
I am in a place I have never been. Stella, my pup, is with me. I am standing on some sort of wooden platform. Seems to be a dock, because there’s water below. At first it looks a little muddy, but then I realize that it’s just shallow and very, very clear water. Stalla has already found a fish and she’s chasing the fish back and forth in the water. The fish doesn’t seem to mind and this makes Stella extremely happy.
Then I am in boat, a boat similar to what we use in Mexico, a panga. My husband, David, is standing on a dock and it’s open water, like the ocean. Trouble is, the boat that I; am in doesn’t have a working motor. My husband hopes that I will simply drift into the dock. The boat is drifting and it’s drifting sideways. But I have a better idea. Without really thinking, I just suddenly start making the boat “GO.” It’s completely under my control. It’s as if I am powering the boat myself. And I reach the dock swiftly.
Now I am entering area that I am familiar with, somewhat. I have been here at least once or twice before. I am climbing a homemade ladder. Each rung and the sides of the ladder have been painted different colors. The paint is fading and chipping, so I surmise that it was painted a long, long time ago.
There is typically an opening into a room at the top of the ladder, but the opening seems to be concealed or blocked. I can see who owns this house through the rungs of the ladder as I reach the top. I know her and recognize her. I ask her, “Why have you blocked the way inside?” She says, “It’s not blocked, it’s just different and a little hidden.” Finally I see what she’s talking about and I gain entrance.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
House on the Beach 6 Dec 09
House on the Beach
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
6 Dec 09 – Seattle Matrix
The first thing that comes to me as I come into a partial consciousness, is that all night long I have been practicing how to let my hair down. In my dream, I am quite literally letting my hair down.
Then I am on a beach with brown sand, different from where we live in Xcalak.
Then I am somewhere else and I see this small beach house, built up on stilts. I see that if it was cleaned up a little bit, that it would be adorable. And I see that it appears to be unoccupied. So I begin cleaning up the trash outside. Then I move inside and begin cleaning up the trash inside, tidying up and making it look nice. This seems to take me a few days.
When I return to the house one morning to continue, the door is already open, and from beach level I can see inside the house. But there is another inside door open revealing another room. I can see a floor heater. I can see flames coming up from this trough of flames. There’s a little piece of paper and it was so close to the flames that I worried a little that it could catch fire and burn down the house. There’s a lovely, oval, antique table sitting over the floor heater. It has a large, homemade doily on top of the table and there are knick-knacks and family photos in wooden frames atop the table. There are other things that catch my eye that tell me that whoever lives here has put a lot of love into this part of the house. There’s a homey feeling here. And there’s love and tender care here, too. I am seeing this tiny slice of someone’s life here in this little beach house and I am in disbelief that I have been working around and inside someone elses house and they never said anything to me. I assumed that the house was empty, because it seemed that way to me.
As I am leaving this place, rather reluctantly, a couple drives up and they are inquiring about renting out a room. The seem to think it’s a bed and breakfast. It seems as though I am trying to work out some way to accommodate them in a house that’s not mine, when I wake up.
Friday, December 4, 2009
White Wolf 4 Dec 09
White Wolf
Dec 4, 2009 – Seattle Matrix
I am with someone and we are doing something. After we are finished, we are outside and I am looking in the direction of a home next door to us. Seated and looking directly at me is this beautiful, big, white wolf. He is snow white with gray-colored tips on his ears. He continues to look at me, then gets up and moves toward me.
I am lucid and know that I am dreaming and I am trying to remember what happened directly before seeing the wolf. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on my hotel room door. There are three distinct knocks. I come fully into a waking state. I lay there wondering who could be at my door at 6am in the morning. I waited. There were no more knocks so I go back again to try to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly I am standing curbside and it seems a little like it was the night before standing at the airport hotel shuttle pick up only the vehicles are arriving in the opposite direction than they were last night. Several cars and one dirty white van are driving toward me. The white van looks dirty as if it had been driving through dirty snow. It was cold. The van pulls up to the curb where I am standing and the driver is delivering some message or some thing to me.
Again, I try to go back to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf and to remember who was with me. Suddenly, I am standing in front of a white door. When I try to open the door, the door is locked. All this time, I am lucid, but it doesn’t seem like I am dreaming. It seems as if I have having these visions, one after the other, but I continue to interested in remembering what transpired before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly, I am in front of the white door again, but this time I have a key in my hand and I place it in the door lock. But the key will not turn the lock. Again I try to return to my dream and remember what was transpiring before I saw the white wolf and who I was with. Again, I am standing in front of the white door. The key is still in the lock. I try to turn the key again. This time, the key turns, the door unlocks and I turn the door know and open the door a crack. I turn to someone who is standing to my left. I cannot really see this person, it’s more like there’s a presence next to me. And I say to this person, “Oh my God, the door is open.” I am excited to see what’s on the other side of the door, but I am somewhat apprehensive too. I know that this is MY door, and it scares me a little to find what is on the other side.
Then I receive this message from this voice belonging to someone I cannot see. The message is this:
“This is exactly how it works, Kim. This is exactly what it feels like to two-point and wait for something to show up. This is it. This is your reference. There is no forcing something to show itself, it simply shows itself. Just allow it to happen. It is quite simple really, you do not have to force something to show up; it just will. It will just show up. It will always show up. There is no reason to doubt YOURSELF or scold yourself or anything resembling this type of self-degrading thought process that you practice. Practice this.”
Then I asked the question, “Who IS this. Who is speaking?”
I received the answer, but it was written or rather scrawled across a piece of paper, or perhaps the screen of my mind’s eye was the paper. And it said,
Y O U S E L F
When I came fully back to a waking consciousness, at first I thought that the letters spelled, YOUR ELF. And I thought, OMG, I have an Elf. How neat. But something wasn’t quite right with this. There was no “R” in the letters, there was an “S” after the “U.” And still, I couldn’t quite decipher. YOUS ELF didn’t make sense to me. It wasn’t until after I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, came back into the bedroom, that it hit me and I started laughing. It’s me that’s speaking to me. I suspect that it’s the me behind that door, that me who knows who I really am; that me who knows how everything works, that me who knows all that is to my highest good; that me who loves me.
Dec 4, 2009 – Seattle Matrix
I am with someone and we are doing something. After we are finished, we are outside and I am looking in the direction of a home next door to us. Seated and looking directly at me is this beautiful, big, white wolf. He is snow white with gray-colored tips on his ears. He continues to look at me, then gets up and moves toward me.
I am lucid and know that I am dreaming and I am trying to remember what happened directly before seeing the wolf. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on my hotel room door. There are three distinct knocks. I come fully into a waking state. I lay there wondering who could be at my door at 6am in the morning. I waited. There were no more knocks so I go back again to try to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly I am standing curbside and it seems a little like it was the night before standing at the airport hotel shuttle pick up only the vehicles are arriving in the opposite direction than they were last night. Several cars and one dirty white van are driving toward me. The white van looks dirty as if it had been driving through dirty snow. It was cold. The van pulls up to the curb where I am standing and the driver is delivering some message or some thing to me.
Again, I try to go back to remember what I was doing before I saw the white wolf and to remember who was with me. Suddenly, I am standing in front of a white door. When I try to open the door, the door is locked. All this time, I am lucid, but it doesn’t seem like I am dreaming. It seems as if I have having these visions, one after the other, but I continue to interested in remembering what transpired before I saw the white wolf.
Suddenly, I am in front of the white door again, but this time I have a key in my hand and I place it in the door lock. But the key will not turn the lock. Again I try to return to my dream and remember what was transpiring before I saw the white wolf and who I was with. Again, I am standing in front of the white door. The key is still in the lock. I try to turn the key again. This time, the key turns, the door unlocks and I turn the door know and open the door a crack. I turn to someone who is standing to my left. I cannot really see this person, it’s more like there’s a presence next to me. And I say to this person, “Oh my God, the door is open.” I am excited to see what’s on the other side of the door, but I am somewhat apprehensive too. I know that this is MY door, and it scares me a little to find what is on the other side.
Then I receive this message from this voice belonging to someone I cannot see. The message is this:
“This is exactly how it works, Kim. This is exactly what it feels like to two-point and wait for something to show up. This is it. This is your reference. There is no forcing something to show itself, it simply shows itself. Just allow it to happen. It is quite simple really, you do not have to force something to show up; it just will. It will just show up. It will always show up. There is no reason to doubt YOURSELF or scold yourself or anything resembling this type of self-degrading thought process that you practice. Practice this.”
Then I asked the question, “Who IS this. Who is speaking?”
I received the answer, but it was written or rather scrawled across a piece of paper, or perhaps the screen of my mind’s eye was the paper. And it said,
Y O U S E L F
When I came fully back to a waking consciousness, at first I thought that the letters spelled, YOUR ELF. And I thought, OMG, I have an Elf. How neat. But something wasn’t quite right with this. There was no “R” in the letters, there was an “S” after the “U.” And still, I couldn’t quite decipher. YOUS ELF didn’t make sense to me. It wasn’t until after I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, came back into the bedroom, that it hit me and I started laughing. It’s me that’s speaking to me. I suspect that it’s the me behind that door, that me who knows who I really am; that me who knows how everything works, that me who knows all that is to my highest good; that me who loves me.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Bull Cart
The Bull Cart - Dec 2, 2009
I am traveling to a seminar and I am in another country. I believe that I am in Greece. The setting is a pastoral setting. I am traveling on a two-wheeled wooden cart pulled by two huge bulls (not oxen) down this dirt road. There are homes and barn-like structures along the way. It's a beautiful day, sunny and cool. One bull is white and one bull is black and they have the personalities of my two dogs, Stella and Venadito. I am very close to these bulls. They are almost like family.
Along the way, in one section of the road, there are many children's toys strewn about in the middle of the road. I do a great job leading the bulls through this maze of toys. And they do an awesome job navigating and being led my me.
I am almost to my destination, a combination inn and restaurant. But one of the harnesses breaks on the black bull and we cannot go further. So, I leave the cart and the bulls alongside the road. They are happy to rest for awhile. I walk the rest of the way into the little village, broken harness in hand. When I arrive, I am greeted by the owner of the inn, a middle-aged man. The inn and restaurant are run by a family. While I don't speak their language, we communicate in a friendly manner.
Upon my arrival, the man seems to know that I have a broken harness and takes it from me. He disappears into a back room and repairs the harness. It looks like new. I can hardly believe it. I take the harness back to the bulls so that I can bring them into the village. When I return, both bulls simultaneously plop themselves down onto the ground. And they speak to me. They tell me that they need water, that they are very thirsty after their long journey. I immediately recognize that they are quite tired and thirsty and decide not to ask them to travel into the village until I refresh them.
So, I walk back into the village. I ask the man's daughter if I might have a bucket of water. She is so friendly and accommodating and gets me a bucket of water straightaway. But as soon as the father finds out that the bucket of water is to water my bulls, he turns rather disagreeable. He seems to have a problem with animals drinking from his bucket. He begrudgingly allows me to have the bucket of water.
Then when the man finds out who the speakers will be for the seminar, he becomes very, very angry. A real estate friend of mine from Merida is providing the speakers, and they are all American and the people of this local village don't like them or what they stand for. And there are only three speakers who speak the mind of the locals. The other speakers outnumber the local speakers considerably. When the man finds out that I am attending the seminar, he begins to treat me very badly. This is funny to me, because the only reason I am there is to support this real estate friend of mine. I really have no interest in what the seminar is about. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what the seminar is about.
Later, after I have watered my bulls and return to the inn, the seminar is beginning. When I enter, I am given a pink gift bag, and this has our evening meal inside. But, I notice that all of the attendees (mainly women) have eaten all the baklava that was put out for dessert for after dinner. I wasn't really bothered not to get a piece, but I did think it indicated that the attendees had the mentality of, "We better take it now or there won't be any left." I kind of chuckled at this. And I wondered if the man already knew or sensed this mentality.
Notes: This is a really different kind of dream for me. It's full of challenge, polarity and illustrates how people perceive things in different ways. Further, it illustrates just how much drama we create. I guess we do this because we are conditioned to be adversarial, perhaps. There are some beautiful metaphors in this dream, too. I think this dream has something to do with my situation here at our hotel and restaurant. We are firing our chef in the next few days. He decided that he would steal a whole bunch of steak arrachera and shrimp, 64 orders to be exact and only in the last 15 days. That's a lot of food. And it's really behavior that we don't like, for obvious reasons. This chef asked me for a sizable loan a couple of weeks ago. I declined. It was just too much money and he doesn't have a very good track record for repayment. So, I think, perhaps, that he thinks, "I will take what I can before it's all gone." Perhaps. That's my projection anyway. But, the chef had such a good situation here with us. He makes great money, has health insurance, benefits, retirement, etc. But, he just made a choice based upon something he perceives that may or may not be real, just like in the dream. What is encouraging to me is that I feel okay. I am not angry, upset, or harbor any hard feelings. We will liquidate him (a term that's used to basically pay someone to quit.) I don't anticipate any hard feelings under these circumstances. But still, the dream is very different from the dreams I usually have.
I am traveling to a seminar and I am in another country. I believe that I am in Greece. The setting is a pastoral setting. I am traveling on a two-wheeled wooden cart pulled by two huge bulls (not oxen) down this dirt road. There are homes and barn-like structures along the way. It's a beautiful day, sunny and cool. One bull is white and one bull is black and they have the personalities of my two dogs, Stella and Venadito. I am very close to these bulls. They are almost like family.
Along the way, in one section of the road, there are many children's toys strewn about in the middle of the road. I do a great job leading the bulls through this maze of toys. And they do an awesome job navigating and being led my me.
I am almost to my destination, a combination inn and restaurant. But one of the harnesses breaks on the black bull and we cannot go further. So, I leave the cart and the bulls alongside the road. They are happy to rest for awhile. I walk the rest of the way into the little village, broken harness in hand. When I arrive, I am greeted by the owner of the inn, a middle-aged man. The inn and restaurant are run by a family. While I don't speak their language, we communicate in a friendly manner.
Upon my arrival, the man seems to know that I have a broken harness and takes it from me. He disappears into a back room and repairs the harness. It looks like new. I can hardly believe it. I take the harness back to the bulls so that I can bring them into the village. When I return, both bulls simultaneously plop themselves down onto the ground. And they speak to me. They tell me that they need water, that they are very thirsty after their long journey. I immediately recognize that they are quite tired and thirsty and decide not to ask them to travel into the village until I refresh them.
So, I walk back into the village. I ask the man's daughter if I might have a bucket of water. She is so friendly and accommodating and gets me a bucket of water straightaway. But as soon as the father finds out that the bucket of water is to water my bulls, he turns rather disagreeable. He seems to have a problem with animals drinking from his bucket. He begrudgingly allows me to have the bucket of water.
Then when the man finds out who the speakers will be for the seminar, he becomes very, very angry. A real estate friend of mine from Merida is providing the speakers, and they are all American and the people of this local village don't like them or what they stand for. And there are only three speakers who speak the mind of the locals. The other speakers outnumber the local speakers considerably. When the man finds out that I am attending the seminar, he begins to treat me very badly. This is funny to me, because the only reason I am there is to support this real estate friend of mine. I really have no interest in what the seminar is about. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what the seminar is about.
Later, after I have watered my bulls and return to the inn, the seminar is beginning. When I enter, I am given a pink gift bag, and this has our evening meal inside. But, I notice that all of the attendees (mainly women) have eaten all the baklava that was put out for dessert for after dinner. I wasn't really bothered not to get a piece, but I did think it indicated that the attendees had the mentality of, "We better take it now or there won't be any left." I kind of chuckled at this. And I wondered if the man already knew or sensed this mentality.
Notes: This is a really different kind of dream for me. It's full of challenge, polarity and illustrates how people perceive things in different ways. Further, it illustrates just how much drama we create. I guess we do this because we are conditioned to be adversarial, perhaps. There are some beautiful metaphors in this dream, too. I think this dream has something to do with my situation here at our hotel and restaurant. We are firing our chef in the next few days. He decided that he would steal a whole bunch of steak arrachera and shrimp, 64 orders to be exact and only in the last 15 days. That's a lot of food. And it's really behavior that we don't like, for obvious reasons. This chef asked me for a sizable loan a couple of weeks ago. I declined. It was just too much money and he doesn't have a very good track record for repayment. So, I think, perhaps, that he thinks, "I will take what I can before it's all gone." Perhaps. That's my projection anyway. But, the chef had such a good situation here with us. He makes great money, has health insurance, benefits, retirement, etc. But, he just made a choice based upon something he perceives that may or may not be real, just like in the dream. What is encouraging to me is that I feel okay. I am not angry, upset, or harbor any hard feelings. We will liquidate him (a term that's used to basically pay someone to quit.) I don't anticipate any hard feelings under these circumstances. But still, the dream is very different from the dreams I usually have.
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