I have some strange ones! I have noticed that in the hours just before dawn, when the frogs have finally ceased their conversations, when the early birds have yet to rise, when the world is for a few brief moments silent, I dream significant dreams. In this time of slow transition, when thoughts originating in the subconscious wend their way towards the conscious mind, I take my wildest journeys. But comes the dawn, accompanied by the usual bedlam, I tend to forget what has gone before. Below are recollections of a few of the dreams I didn't forget, for one reason or another. These are in no way meaningful or significant, other than that I happened to remember them long enough to write them down.
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