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[anmmurdock]

It was about mid-day we were loading up some stuff in a moving van at my dad's house in Florida.  The kids were running around playing.  The rear door of the Tahoe was open.  My dad's house is on a culdasack in a neighborhood at the bottom of a very long steep hill.  Not many of those in Florida.  I happen to glance up to the west, toward the hill

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[onice_kalypso13]

*rolling my eyes*

You're in a creative mood? Are you sure about that?!?!?!

I don't know what to say.....yes I do.....

I was happy to see you update your journal w/out a need for a nudge from me.......

I have to say that maybe saying it was a dream from the start would have been more "considerate" to those of us who read your blog....

After all those of us who care about you & are exhausted and sick w/ (possible pneumonia) and unable to sleep at the wee hours of 2am 3am & 4am in the morning.....are up and at a loss for their insomnia!

What lovely events in your life have spawned such a disastrous illumination......

I hope you're not being buried alive in red tape!

Holding you in the light always,
Namaste,
Ashley

[anmmurdock]

It wouldn't have been any fun if I would have said it was a dream first. I wanted you to walk through the dream with me. :)

[onice_kalypso13]

Had your dream been about a stroll through Butchart Gardens - a walk would be 'relevant' but no.....your dream was quite riveting.......not so "relaxing"......but was entertaining once I got over the fact that it was 'just a dream' and not some true life experience!

Namaste,
Ashley