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We have the dream when we are falling. It wakes us up so filled with dread. I think its our subconscious calling bringing ancient fears to us in bed. The dream that is, the dream that was, is what actually could have been. No fantasy does what it does. This is a gift from pre-man men. Pre-man men, he lived in trees, swinging, eating, sleeping, too. Perhaps it was his greatest fear to break the bough and fall on through. At night they must have dreamt about it, so afraid that they would fall. And passed this dream into our minds and at night we can recall. Our collective mind, it is immortal It won't forget for all of time. So remember that this dream is but a monkey on your mind.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Monkey on Your Mind
We have the dream when we are falling. It wakes us up so filled with dread. I think its our subconscious calling bringing ancient fears to us in bed. The dream that is, the dream that was, is what actually could have been. No fantasy does what it does. This is a gift from pre-man men. Pre-man men, he lived in trees, swinging, eating, sleeping, too. Perhaps it was his greatest fear to break the bough and fall on through. At night they must have dreamt about it, so afraid that they would fall. And passed this dream into our minds and at night we can recall. Our collective mind, it is immortal It won't forget for all of time. So remember that this dream is but a monkey on your mind.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
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