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I used to consistently wake five minutes before the radio alarm no matter what. The conception of 'time' is strange.
My two reoccurring dreams from the 70s-80s were:
1). A T-Rex skull outside my second floor bedroom window with lightning.
2). A race to the bottom of the hill on a long dirt track zigzag course. Everyone ran ahead before I knew they were even gone. Meanwhile I slowly built a suspension cart to go straight down. Tortoise vs the Hare thing. Still waiting to realize that one.
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Meanwhile other things are still happening.
Last edited by john70t; 10-27-2020 at 07:05 PM..
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