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November 5, 2005:

Every night I dream of you. We're arguing, we're angry. But, we're working things out. It's getting better.

What does it mean? Is this how Life communicates? God? Through dreams?

Or is it something sinister?

Confusion.

Whether it originates internally or externally doesn't matter. Confusion, and the attempt to turn oneself backward, away from the path.

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