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The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep , my mids aflight;
and yet my limbs seems made of lead. ---Whitacre's Sleep---
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Dreams Recalled since 10-31-09: 776
Best Recall in One Night: 8 (12-25-10).
DILDs: 8 (2-26-11); MILDs: 4 (7-28-10)
Goal: Play Calvinball [ ]
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