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This doesn't really count as a dream, I was awake, but in a heavy sleepiness: My mind began to fall, colored sparks began. I was dizzy, surprised and afraid. Can't go there. Don't do that. You'll loose yourself. I immediately stopped myself from slipping into this other awareness. Moments later, I heard a sort of music, like a synthesizer, and the words/thought "The sacrifice is (almost) over/ended." I had been thinking "Why does my father hate me?" The sacrifice that is almost over is my sacrificing myself to appease him. |
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Black Crows | Honorary Receipt
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First written Fri, Dec 11, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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