melanieb

Some things just seem so simple...like this recipe.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a southwestern landscape, similar to the Arizonadesert, surrounded by scrub brush. Mountains in the distance are purple-coloredin the hazy air. I’m lucid, my awareness brought about by the odd desertlocation. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of me, floating in the air, is a pile of cheese. Inmy mind I understand that I need to eat the cheese. I not only need to eat it…thecheese needs to fill me. I need to become the cheese. It looks like Americancheese and as I consume it my lower body becomes a yellowish-orange color. Italso feels warm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Next a large amount of rice appears, white rice, and I mustconsume it just as I did the cheese. It’s steaming and fluffy though I feel noheat as I swallow. Still, it tastes good. The feeling inside me is similar to beingsupercharged.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now that I have the recipe components inside me I know I cancontrol the weather. Admittedly the weather doesn’t change much in the desertbut I now have control.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]