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Last night was a waste of lucid dreaming... I was dreaming about my cactus that's in my room, and by accident I squished it. I didn't hurt myself but there was not much left of the cactus. I felt sorry for it and I didn't want to beleive what just happened, so I turned around and I was thinking: "if I look again, the cactus could be as good as new" (I somehow knew I could do that, I remember I did that in some other dreams too) When I looked again, the squished cactus was still there, but there was a new cactus next to the squished one! |
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the perfect thing is realizing that jabbering on about what the perfect thing is, is the perfect thing
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