Saturday, June 4, 2005
> dreaminglife
i wish i could remember all my dreams sometimes. the good and the bad. the happy and the sad ones. i have always been fascinated with dreams and of what secrets they hold. an extension and manifestation of your subconscious mind and desires? or a future unravelling before you? a prophecy revealed? the real "truth" in your mind? fascinating, fascinating ... i've remembered fantastic dreams.
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