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I am new to the blogging world, but im deciding to do one specifically on my dreams. I havent posted any yet, but i did a starter post. this is my first post:
This is my journal of all the dreams I can remember. Instead of typing about all my random thoughts, I thought it would be much more interesting to jot down all the crazy dreams that I have every night. My range of dreams can go from nice, to perverted, to scary, and sometimes just outright stupid. A common dream I have is my lack of driving skills, or cars with minds of their own, I cannot yet figure out why I cannot drive in my dreams. Another one I have every once and awhile is a big airplane about to crash in the park behind my house. I have had multiple dreams about tornadoes and gigantic storms circling my house. It isn't just one tornado, there always has to be multiple! I have come to this conclusion. In my dreams I am unfaithful, my house is a tornado magnet, I can't drive even when my life depends on it, and all my pets that had passed away years ago are alive and well. Apparently no one told my dreams it is 2008. I am the total opposite of my dreams, I live in Michigan where you will probably never see a tornado, I am the most faithful person out there, I may have low flying planes every once and awhile over my house simply because I am only 20 mins from the damn airport, and I do have a drivers license and I can drive just fine! Now enjoy reading about my dreams as I have them.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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