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2 April 2007 |
Dreams: I'm walking through this club, where there are famous people every where. I'm mildly interested in seeing them, but I'm more preoccupied with everyone else caring so much about being noticed, and how in return they're cruel to everyone else. So I decide to start looking after them, being polite, making sure they're OK, but they are doing nothing in return. At a low, when I'm about to walk out or maybe start lashing out, a girl takes me by the arm and leads me up some stairs. At the top, we're outdoors. And there, in front, is a lake, lying low where we are standing � with a few calm pieces of tall grass sticking out. I see some cars going under the water in the near distance, and then reappearing up a short waterfall at the horizon. Either I suppose it or she tells me �they are the ones that choose to do that.� I don't understand, but this girl, brown haired, begins to tell me a story about the small room on stilts behind us and the identical room on stilts deeper out in the water. I see the smoke coming from the chimneys. "How one responds to the other," she tells me, that's about all I can recall of her story, because I'm paying more attention to her voice. Imagine your mind as a piece of crinkled paper and this girls voice is this gentle hand passing across it with all her care, smoothing things out. As I sway back and forth across the landscape on a rope attached to the sky, I seem to understand everything.
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