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I still don't understand my subconscious motivations...
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Friday, April 05, 2002
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Last night when I was asleep, I opened my eyes, looked at Mickey and said, "Yes, but that doesn't take into account the earth's tilt. Or the fact that the earth moves independently underneath the pendulum." Then I closed my eyes and continued sleeping.
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Sunday, March 31, 2002
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I was being tortured and the intention was to eventually kill me. I was put into a very large, deep pool. The water level kept rising. Every time it rose, I had to swim to the bottom and back up to the top again for air. If I became too exhausted I would drown. The pool just kept getting deeper and deeper. A monkey, a chimpanzee I think, was holding a gun on me and would shoot me if I stopped. It was a very malicious monkey. I kept diving down and down and the bottom was becoming further each time and my lungs felt like they would burst...
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Saturday, March 16, 2002
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Removed. My father convinced me that this dream would make a good screenplay.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2002
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I was nine months pregnant and going into labor. We were traveling, so we stopped to stay in a hotel but the hotel was so overcrowded that they were putting beds everywhere for people to sleep in. So we ended up in a room that was on the lobby floor, a small conference room or something. I got into this enormous bed with crisp white sheets and it was soooo comfortable. And the entire time all this was going on, Mickey and I were arguing about deconstructionism. So then, they told us they needed our bed and I had to get out of that bed and we had to move on. But the entire time we never stopped talking about deconstructionism...
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Wednesday, February 06, 2002
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Sherlock Holmes was solving one of his famous cases and I was there with him. I don't think I was Watson because he didn't call me Watson and I don't remember being male. In fact, I think I was just an omniscient entity watching everything. Strange because I haven't read a Sherlock Holmes story in years.
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Saturday, December 15, 2001
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Dreamt I got a job as a bed model. That is, my job was to lie in the beds and make them look comfortable. I remember being told that I was not allowed to sleep. Instead, I was supposed to roll over sleepily, stretch, and yawn contentedly. Also, Mickey was a professional football player. Very weird.
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