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Yeah, a writing professor recommended that we keep a diary of our dreams, even if only for a few days, to see what kinds of crazy shit we think of while we sleep.
I've been doing it sporadically for a while ... I have to find that notebook. Lost among hundreds of other little sticky notes and index cards with, well, notes from other weird things in life. When I do I'll post some of them.
My most vivid one, however, and one that I have at least a few times a month, is where I'm in a crowd ... but then I'm running, just running ... through the corridor of a mall, alleys in NYC, the trail through the woods behind my apartment ... of course at snail-like speeds ... I never know from whom or what I'm running or where I'm going ... just that I want to go faster ... then I'm startled and wake up in a nightmarish state. I've always wanted to know why that evokes such awful emotions, even though nothing really happens in that dream (at least nothing bad).
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