Our dreams might last the whole night through
Every one could come true
Our childhood stories so fantastic an excuse
Before the dawn the darkest blue
Truly illusion too
This world is but a stage
An earthly solitude
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Hate to ruin the mood of this beautiful prose (love it, by the way)... but I was just reminded of my latest dream. This baby moves so much at night, I dreamed he managed to stick his arm through my stomach. A big discussion with the medical professionals ensued about how I could continue the pregnancy with an arm of the fetus sticking out. CRAZY!
It is interesting how we all want our dreams to mean something. I find that as soon as someone mentions a dream - even before they start to describe it I start to think "what did it mean" as I listen for clues to the meaning
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