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i had a dream the other night that i met david bowie, he was riding a motorcycle. then, in my dream, i was graduating high school again, and somehow i managed to get pink floyd to play a couple songs at the ceremony. shit was tight!
i didn't use to remember my dreams, and now almost every night a new event happens.
also, i cringe when i think of going back through my journal. i've had this thing since i was fifteen, i can't fathom or handle how much of a fool i used to write and sound like. s'all part of growing though, verdad?
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Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa: you'll soon understand the foreshadowing of that.
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i didn't use to remember my dreams, and now almost every night a new event happens.
also, i cringe when i think of going back through my journal. i've had this thing since i was fifteen, i can't fathom or handle how much of a fool i used to write and sound like. s'all part of growing though, verdad?
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No one is perfect in any craft in the beginning; that's the nature of it.
Remember, "Writing is the art of the second thought."
Dreams come often in periods of growth and change.
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