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Eric and I were walking through a very rich neighborhood somewhere in Round Rock. The sun was amazingly bright, and made everything glow white. (The whole thing reminds me of the string of dreams I had five years ago about the end of the world.) All of the houses and driveways were somewhere between human and giant sized. We spotted a house where
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BUT i had a dream that there was a seed that was a remnant of the ancient, legendary ygraddrasill tree (5000 feet and didn't touch the ground) a family did not know of (that it was a piece of the tree). they kept it in a pot in a new house... when the plants leaves would slowly wither and die a child would grow sick and eventually die (complete with time lapsed montauges of creepy, atmospheric orchestras; very violin heavy) eventually the plant drove the family apart and solely the dad lived with it: old and decripit with the house: it's boards getting water lodged, bad plumbing, cob-webs, no electricity except for the window where light peeked through which the plant stood on a stool by. the old, bitter man's body would shake and he would caress the plant like a child. in the dream i was sort of a director that you never saw with cinematography similar to city of god/requiem/man on fire. the scene eventually switched to the plany dead, with the man face down on the hardwood floor.
in another one before that gib was poisoned and i went into the future to find he was dead, then i had to go back and set it right... the first dream happened too though...
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