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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.
- Carl Jung
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.
- Carl Jung
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Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.
- Carl Jung
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
^^^I have always loved that song! I had to listen to it. Too lazy to walk across the room and find the disc. |
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I've been really digging the general vibe of this song lately |
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Not really a song, but yeah... |
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I realize that i'm dreaming.
I realize that i'm dreaming.
I realize that i'm dreaming.
<--- My Dream Journal Contains ONLY Lucid Dreams
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Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.
- Carl Jung
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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