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I dreamt last night that I had to sew a blanket with a giant seam straight down the middle. The fabric was patterned with the galaxies swirling and whirling and shooting by; changing every second. 
 My friends were all around to help me but lifeless - automatons sewing blanket after perfect blanket all the while watching me with unseeing eyes. And as I sewed one by one they disappeared until I was alone with my starry blanket and it’s giant seam. I looked at it to admire my work, but could not stand the silence or the emptiness. When before my eyes the seam was torn apart but a shooting star and into that hole in the galaxy was where i walked in search of something new. I walked into the seam of my giant blanket and what I found; what I found was magical beautiful the most breath-taking vision of perfect tragic loveliness - but I only know because when I awoke I was crying and could not remember.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
Dream Interpretation
I dreamt last night that I had to sew a blanket with a giant seam straight down the middle. The fabric was patterned with the galaxies swirling and whirling and shooting by; changing every second. 
 My friends were all around to help me but lifeless - automatons sewing blanket after perfect blanket all the while watching me with unseeing eyes. And as I sewed one by one they disappeared until I was alone with my starry blanket and it’s giant seam. I looked at it to admire my work, but could not stand the silence or the emptiness. When before my eyes the seam was torn apart but a shooting star and into that hole in the galaxy was where i walked in search of something new. I walked into the seam of my giant blanket and what I found; what I found was magical beautiful the most breath-taking vision of perfect tragic loveliness - but I only know because when I awoke I was crying and could not remember.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
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