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I can seriously understand your dilemma. My dreams are so lucid yet incomprehensible at the same time.
A person I know and recognize looks like a different person that I know, a childhood home that was in a New York suburb becomes an ocean front property. The outside would be where I live nowadays, but the inside are the rooms of the house where I grew up.
The subconscious mind is a wierd thing. Most of the time I try and just forget what I dreamt. It is useless and sometimes painful.
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