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those times were the fugitive survivors of a celestial conspiracy, they
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New DreamsOctober 17, 2005Had a fine one last night about hunting a supernatural artifact. I also uploaded a good 15 or 20 into the archives. Such classics as Refugees on the Red Desert, A Rod, a Staff, and a Wand, and Collective Dreams of a Sentient Mountain.
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Two nights ago I had a dream I was in 19th century Paris and Baudelaire was my professor. Often I would meet up with him at his apartment by the park and walk with him to class. (This was the older very depressing Baudelaire, wracked by syphilis and fearing for his sanity.) Later, for some reason I don't remember, he got fired from his position, and when I told him I planned on resigning from school, he said it was a bad idea and not worth throwing my career away for. There was some other stuff about trying to bring corpses back to life, but I don't really remember it. The End.
Happy Birthday.
Posted by Zakaney | October 20, 2005 05:20 PM