On DreamsDreams are powerful. Dreams often act as inter-dimensional gateways of human experience. Last night I had a dream I can now merely hold up its torn, detached, unmatched pieces to the light and, in some attempt of seeing my dream more clearly, go blind. There were people perched in trees, swaying to music; some had hair in all different colors, their bodies resembling the Egyptian Ka. They blew rings of smoke into the air and some turned their human eyes with a birdlike quickness to watch me. Only I was not me. I was someone else and everyone else; weve had those experiences havent we? Zooming in and out of faces, feeling what they feel, doing what they do. Sometimes all those faces in dreams become you, and all those actions, that somehow dwindle for hour upon hour until that alarm clock rings, are you. It seems as if an uncoordinated essence is pondered on, then shaken up with all the fears and loves imaginable, each different and the same to the sleeping circle. But there
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A List of Beautiful Moments Numbers 1 to 100
1- Sometimes people surprise you.
2- Sometimes the sun shines with a glow that feels
strangely like love.
3- Sometimes people paint and draw with so much passion
that you have to close your eyes and take a deep breath
just to draw it all in.
4- Sometimes people sing.
5- Sometimes the trees blow just right in the wind, and
you can hear them singing.
6- Sometimes the air smells like bonfires and apples and
7- Sometimes the smell of flowers is all around you, but you
can\'t figure out where it\'s coming from.
8- Sometimes people care.
9- Sometimes a new day is an adventure that fills you with
10- Sometimes waking up is like being born again.
11- Sometimes music or words are so beautiful they give you
tingles all over your body, and you sparkle.
12- Sometimes strangers smile at you as you walk by, and it
makes you feel warm inside, so you pass the smile on.
13- Sometimes in autumn when the air is just cold enough so
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I turn the key again. The engine sputters and still refuses to start. My eyes start to blur and I'm having trouble breathing. I try a third time to make the car start, to no avail. By now I've started crying, each sob catching in my throat and choking me. I'm starting to feel like I'm too big for my car. I need air.
I slap at the window controls on my door in distress. The window doesn't go down, adding to my panic. I try to force my door open, but it sticks fast. I start to grow dizzy with panic, like if I don't get out of my car, I'll die. I frantically unhook my seatbelt and push myself into the passenger seat. Trying desperately to catch my breath, I rest my right foot against the glass of the d