Originally posted by Hand of HecateSomewhere, HoH, I seem to remember reading that the subconscious
I recently had a very vivid dream that I was back in Grade 3 and they'd brought pizza in for lunch. Small, individual pizzas offered up as rare and fragrant delicacies. The mystery meat chopped small and blended artistically into the faux cheese and ruby red sauce. Somehow, sitting in my cramped, graffiti covered, lift top desk, all of this was ver ...[text shortened]... my own personal moment of zen. A piece of smoothly worn memory driftwood plucked out of time.
makes no distinction between past and present, no clock, no time.
Interesting if true, huh? -gb
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
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