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Here's the next installment of dream-writes. In case you couldn't tell, I'll be posting in groups of three. Okay, here goes nothing (literally!):

8/31/04: 5:49-5:50- talking on phone, wishing to leave, the paper shredder is on, my mom downstairs, dad just got home, gotta finish my pixel project, who's on the phone I wonder? What is my finger doing to the keyboard? If I had a million dollars...anyways the world would be a better place, the life of the world depends on the emotions of all, wishing for another chance at the life they wish to live, dreaming that one day the world will grow up and see the grand tapestry of people and life that surrounds us, living colors, living breathing things that deserve a second chance
8/31/04: 6:20-6:23- reading stories wondering about the ideas, liking my own little world right now, I hope to have a good time in my own dreams and then not remember them, I hate remembering dreams, I dream of the future, did you know that? I dreamed of sept.11, I knew it qwould happen , Iwas worried everyone would think I was crazy, so I never told. shock the next day when I saw my dream come to life, terrible death, all the people I could have saved. Spared myself the pain and killed many others, so guilty, have to live with this forever. wish I could stop, want to quit thinking about it, need It to go away, want my own peace of mind, haven't slept right in years, never return to my dream place since then, never remember my dreams since then, did god punish me? I'll never know
9/2/04: 10:17-10:19: Crumbling stairs all around me washing away in the distance the falts of the earth created anew adam and eve born from the ashes to create the deadly sin again. Flailing against the will of god and man fighting for my own sense of justice waiting for a new ebginning. The world's edge fading into the flatness that people once believed ships falling off it to the bottomless space of time. The return trip home is a clear sea a passage through the barren straits without a cloud in sight to stoip the journey and face the dangers of the water. Needing the calm of the open place facing into the new wind of belonging and feeling it accept me into the rebirth of the planet I once loved and hated the place of my youth and death of my childhood.

Again, please excuse the grammar and spelling errors, it pains me to leave them in there, but I must.