I can't remember any real dreams, only details, I can fly, I am flexible, I am living in the woods, I am not afraid. I awoke feeling deeply peaceful and rested and content. I was repeating to myself, "almost, nothing, almost, nothing, almost, nothing...........". Almost is so similar to nothing...almost reaching the top is not reaching it...almost waking up is still sleeping...almost seeing is still not seeing...I felt recharged by this idea of almost, nothing. The message? Keep going, even in the darkest hour, even when slumber beckons with all its might, even when the mind lulls toward complacency- with love and gentleness and kindness- keep going...almost reaching the aim isn't what I choose...I can just keep reaching toward the good, the wise, the true...keep reaching until at last my hand finds a hold and my foot discovers solid ground.
Dreaming I am in a traveling troupe of some sort. There are hundreds of beautiful young people (I too am much younger and more buxom and gorgeous than this body recalls). We are all gathering to prepare for our performances. It seems that we are also superheroes of some sort when we travel. We gather in a large auditorium. I shirk this handsome, needy young man who has literally been following me two inches or less from the back. I holler enthusiastically to the crowd and skip to my seat in the front, directly before a mirror. The group begins singing. This is my second year with the troupe but I don't know the songs. I say to myself I don't learn this way (by ear) I need to see the song. The song leader hears me and hands me a typed song sheet. The song sounds like an east Indian chant but it goes "Ta, ra, re, ditty ditty, Ta ra ram ditty ditty ", etc. I sing, chant and wake up. The interesting part of this drea...
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