Sunday, May 30, 2004
I almost always forget the content of my dreams, but the mood usually remains. And that can be confusing. To enter the day with a set of emotions without a semblance of where they came from can certainly incur a bit of bemusement. Maybe if I dug deeper into my subconscious I'd be able to map it all out.
My heart feels like it is beating sideways. And I mean that actually, not metaphorically. I don't know what that would mean metaphorically.
It's almost June and I still haven't done any painting yet. I must make a list.
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There are places in your dreams which seem so perfect that you wish it were real. Its perfection is not the beauty of the place as it could just be a park, but the happiness you feel when you are there. Suddenly you remember the dream and the place and the feeling all comes back...
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